The Old Village Chief

"Zhao Wuji, sorry for the trouble."

Qian Chenzhou stomped the ground, his body shooting forward like a cannonball. In an instant, he had closed in on Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji's expression shifted slightly. He had not expected his opponent to unleash such terrifying speed even under the effects of his third, fourth, and fifth Soul Skills.

"First Soul Skill, Immovable Vajra Body!"

A golden glow immediately appeared around Zhao Wuji's body.

As Qian Chenzhou drew near, he raised his hand and launched a fierce assault. Using nothing but fists and kicks, he struck the golden barrier in a frenzied downpour, the bangs sounding without pause.

Though he failed to shatter it outright, the immense force of the impacts still drove Zhao Wuji back step by step.

Golden Crocodile watched the scene below, unable to stop the corners of his mouth from rising.

"Not bad, not bad. That kid Chenzhou will definitely become a god someday!"

He knew exactly how many Soul Rings Qian Chenzhou possessed, and every one of them started at a thousand years. His third Soul Ring had even reached the ten-thousand-year level.

He already possessed such impressive combat strength using only his first two Soul Rings.

If he truly used his third Soul Ring, he would absolutely be able to severely wound Zhao Wuji. He might even kill him on the spot!

Seeing that Qian Chenzhou was using only his fists and feet, it seemed he had no intention of killing Zhao Wuji for now.

Since Qian Chenzhou had suffered no losses, Golden Crocodile had no intention of stepping in.

Still, he was somewhat displeased.

Zhao Wuji had bragged about how formidable he was, about escaping for his life from Spirit Hall. Did he really think that was his own ability?

If Spirit Hall had wanted Zhao