Chapter 587： Divine Power (1/2)

The sound is like a thunder. The listener feels stuffy in the chest and numbness in his ears.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and looked up at the first high platform.

The person who spoke was Tianzun, watching him sublimely, his eyes cold.

Gao sat in the seat of Shangguan's house. He was not low in status. He was over half a year old and had a majestic face. He had a long beard hanging down to his chest.

The high platform is the focus of attention throughout the city. This little movement immediately attracted the attention of countless people.

People looked at Jiang Chen, pointed and talked.

”He is that Jiang Chen!”

When most people were still puzzled, someone said Jiang Chen's name.

Suddenly, people's confused expressions disappeared, and their eyes brightened and looked over.

For Jiang Chen, people in Shenwu City have long wanted to see what he looks like.

This young man from Jiutian Realm opened the killing ring in Zhenwu Realm without any fear.

Some people feel offended, others feel novel.

Seeing a real person at this time was not disappointed, but the appearance and temperament exceeded many people's expectations.

”Why can't you come on stage ?!” Mu Kun sighed dissatisfied.

Three high platforms are set up on the square, and those who cannot go are no different from other ordinary people who look busy.

”Tonight's party is a lively atmosphere. We get to know each other. Someone doesn't take the real world in their eyes and doesn't have to step on the stage.”

”Crazy man, what qualifications are there to sit flat?”

Shangguan ’s Tianzun disdain arguing with Wu Zun, but on the first high platform, two young Supreme Masters of Zhenwu immediately stood up.

One of them was a woman, the Shangguanyan.

Another young man, Jiang Chen did not know.

”Hey, Jiang Chen, do you think you can do anything wrong in the real world? You hit someone here, and the network of relationships involved is beyond your imagination, and the resistance formed can crush you alive!”

Ning Haotian's proud voice sounded in Jiang Chen's ears, and was not heard by a third person through a transmission method.

”Jiang Chen, see how powerful you are today.”

The second highest stage, Song Ji of Tianhejie proudly said.

”You go back, it's really shameful.”

On the third high stage, Zhang Li and other lives in Jiutianjie feared being stabbed in the pond and sneered at people, and they wished that Jiang Chen and the three would disappear immediately.

”Is that just the suppression today?”

Jiang Chen seemed to mumble to himself, and seemed to speak to everyone.

”By this time, you are still talking hard.”

Ning Haotian sneered: ”Today you will not be helped by any forces and become the target of criticism. I will see when you fall.”

He had just finished speaking, his face changed, and anger was burning in his eyes.

Because Jiang Chen was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, and directly isolated his divine thoughts, and could not pass the sound into his ears.

”If you're on stage, hurry up, or else go back.”

At the top of the steps, that is, at the seat of Shengwuyuan, Li Zhi said.

As soon as the words fell, more than half of the young lords in the real world rose up, one by one with a face and eyes, like a sword.

Invisibly, the stairs leading to the third high platform are filled with a magnetic field formed by force.

”It's too much.”

Watching the lively people sigh like this subconsciously, but think of Jiang Chen's actions and take it for granted.

Divine thought can only cause stress and cannot cause material damage.

But everything has its limits. Hundreds of young sages in the true martial arts unite their minds and minds, forming invisible obstacles.