Refining the Immortal Slaughtering Sword

Zhang Chen neither confirmed nor denied it. The Po Jun Star was indeed powerful, but was he, Zhang Chen, a weakling?

He had already acquired an Eleventh Order skill and could be considered an Eleventh Order powerhouse. With the properties of Eleventh Order Sun True Fire, even against a Twelfth Order powerhouse, it was not impossible for him to contend for a few exchanges. Why would he place a mere Po Jun Star in his eyes?

Seeming to notice the disdain in Zhang Chen's eyes, Liu Ji said solemnly, "Zhao Lie, the Po Jun Star, is no ordinary man. He possesses tremendous fortune. Not only does he bear the divine position of the Yellow Heaven Dao, but he also has an unusual bloodline divine ability. None of those chosen by the Yellow Heaven Dao to become Star Gods are simple figures. If you underestimate him, you may suffer a grievous loss if you are not careful."

"I know." Zhang Chen nodded. "I have always been cautious. It is not as though you do not know my temperament."

Liu Ji said no more and changed the subject. "By the way, how did Zhang Xiaohua die?"

"He was eaten by bugs," Zhang Chen replied.

Liu Ji was stunned. "Eaten by bugs? What kind of bugs could be so formidable that they could devour Zhang Xiaohua after he had stepped into the Eleventh Order?"

"A very strange kind of bug." Zhang Chen smiled as he brushed the matter aside without explaining further.

"I fear the Pacifying Border King will go mad. Zhang Xiaohua was his only heir, and now that Zhang Xiaohua is dead and gone, the Pacifying Border Prince's Mansion will have no descendants! His kingly ambitions and hegemonic enterprise have all come to nothing!" Liu Ji's voice was full of emotion.