Chapter 1182 - Knocking down a saint

"Youngster, are you trying to provoke this old one?"

Great Cold Saint's head of white hair danced in the air as he stood proudly in the air, his gaze as cold as ice.

Honestly speaking, Zhao Yun's aura and cultivation was very strong, but she did not put him in his eyes.

Zhao Yun did not reply, he looked at Great Cold Saint coldly, and the discontent in his heart grew.

then took a light step forward and instantly disappeared.

Great Cold Saint was shocked, her heart suddenly exploded, only to see a bright silver spear shooting towards her.

The silver light was like a waterfall, swirling around them and filling the air with a terrifying aura of blood!

This spear was like a war G.o.d from ancient times thrusting out from an unknown era, piercing through the river of time.

Pa.s.sing through the three thousand kilometer sky, in the blink of an eye, he appeared before Great Cold Saint.

"Boom!"

Only Immortal Tai Han's Dharma Idol instinctively protected its owner, lifted his hand into the air, and grabbed towards the bright silver gentian gun.

The power of the spear did not change as it continued to move forward.

"Puchi!"

The tip of the spear pierced into his flesh, causing a ball of blood to burst out from Great Cold Saint's body.

Immediately after, he was sent flying, cras.h.i.+ng into countless of ancient palaces and falling into the depths of Ice and Snow Palace.

The excited Ice and Snow Palace Disciple froze instantly as she looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

"This... "That's impossible!"

This was completely different from what they had expected!

Such a character was actually unable to withstand even a single spear strike from Zhao Yun?

"The Great Cold Saint is actually not a match for this white robed general?"

Elder Yue Yin took a deep breath, feeling even more terrified.

It had been a hundred thousand years since the Great Cold Saint became an almighty existence, and could be said to be the most ancient existence in the entire Ice and Snow Palace.

The realm of saints, coupled with the acc.u.mulation of a hundred thousand years.

However, because of this, Zhao Yun, who was able to send the Great Cold Saint flying in a single shot, was even more terrifying!

In mid-air.

"Under the Emperor's orders, send you on your way!"

Zhao Yun raised his spear, his white robe blazing, like a pillar that could support the heavens and earth.

Who cares about some Great Cold Saint?

What else was there that was so cold?

They wanted to stop the Emperor and the empress dowager from returning to the The Undescended Kingdom?

Zi Long was the general, he could wipe everything out for the Emperor, and kill this old man to death!

"Junior, you are courting death!"

It was the Great Cold Saint that flew back to Zhao Yun from within the palace wreckage.

Only, the current Great Cold Saint no longer had his previous bearing. There was a shocking b.l.o.o.d.y hole on his left shoulder that was drenched in blood.

The face of the Great Cold Saint was filled with the anger of a person who had turned from shame to anger, and his face was filled with savageness.

She had underestimated Zhao Yun, and had never expected him to be so strong. He was stronger than even ordinary Saint Rulers.

However, when she became angry, this junior's fate was already sealed!