On the city wall, everyone was utterly astonished to see the black war chariot explode and even the Imperial Clan Supreme inside wounded by a single arrow.
That was an Imperial Clan Supreme, yet Grand Elder Meng Tianzheng had nearly inflicted a grave wound on him with one arrow. It looked far too unreal.
He was a Supreme, after all, and one from a Foreign Realm Imperial Clan at that. Since when had their Imperial Clan Supremes become so fragile that they could be wounded so easily?
Or was Grand Elder Meng Tianzheng simply too powerful?
"When did that old bastard become so formidable?"
Several of Wang Changsheng's sons paled at the sight. Of course, they would never think the Foreign Realm Supreme was too weak.
Let alone Wang Changsheng's sons-even Changsheng himself had a flickering look in his eyes. How could he fail to see that Grand Elder Meng Tianzheng had grown stronger? There seemed to be a sense of returning to the source, of complete renewal.
He even had an intuition that Grand Elder Meng Tianzheng had yet to reveal his full strength.
"You're lucky to have survived one arrow from me. How about another?"
Just then, Grand Elder Meng Tianzheng's voice rang out again, carrying boundless killing intent.
He drew his bow once more. Golden divine light shot into the heavens, and a brilliant golden arrow condensed, radiating terrifying fluctuations of divine power as runes danced across the sky.
This arrow was even more powerful than the last!
"Bastard! Meng Tianzheng, you dare look down on me!"
Below the city wall, the Imperial Clan Supreme stood with disheveled hair and shattered battle robes, his eyes blazing with fury. His Supreme pressure erupted, warping the heavens.
"No, I mean to kill you!"
Grand Elder Meng Tianzheng sneered. The