Although I couldn't hear what was being said, the power of the Emperor's Armor was evident.
He saw it all clearly.
That magical armor, if I'm not mistaken.
It came from the sun, and the beam of light was so bright that it was blinding to look at.
When the beam of light hit the ground, the temperature in the forest rose significantly, feeling like being in an oven.
After the beam of light dissipated, the brand-new armor looked majestic and extraordinary, as if it were not of this world.
Especially the bright gems on the armor, and the rubies on the visor.
How much is that worth?
The entire suit of armor was seamless and showed no signs of splicing; it was like a piece of iron, naturally formed in this shape.
The appearance of the armor had already surprised him.
The power of that armor terrified him.
The moment Li Chang'an used his skill, Meng He felt his mind go blank, and only one sentence came to mind.
My goodness, is this a deity descending to earth?
Looking at the crack in front of me, and the mountain that had been split in two.
Meng He felt that everything was so unreal.
I've spent many years in the martial arts world and have met all sorts of masters.
However, only the gods in storytellers' tales could cause such destructive power.
He lowered his head, staring at the bottomless cracks in the ground.
Meng He couldn't help but shiver.
That day at the inn, I almost got into a fight with my husband.
He couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine when he recalled that day.
Thank goodness.
He was slapped by Wang Zhongxian; otherwise, he would probably be seven days past his deathbed by now.
Meng He silently thanked Wang Zhongxian, realizing that the title of "Nine Thousand Years Old" wasn't so intimidating after all.
After all, he was my savior, so I should be more polite to the Ninth Prince in the future.
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