Defeated foes.
That was how Jiang Sheng addressed these so-called Holy Land prodigies whose names resounded throughout the heavens.
Indeed, no matter which great thousand world they were placed in, they would be peerless genius-monsters, prodigies capable of riding the wind and soaring ninety thousand li into the sky. Among the myriad heavens and worlds, they deserved a share of illustrious fame.
But in Jiang Sheng's eyes, they were nothing much.
They had failed to win even with fourteen against one back then. How could they possibly defeat Jiang Sheng now, when he bore four Dao Seeds and stood on the verge of entering the Fusion Realm?
Yet upon hearing Jiang Sheng call those people that, neither Xuanyi, Ming Xian, nor Ling Yu found anything improper about it.
Xuanyi had fought alongside Jiang Sheng in Buzhou World. Looking at those familiar faces, he smiled. "These fellows look imposing enough, but if they encountered Ling Yuan, every last one of them would probably feel their hearts tremble."
"There is nothing to fear from them."
Ming Xian likewise did not regard the Crown Prince Youhua, the Three Beauties, and the others as worthy of notice. In the eyes of this current chief of Tianhe Dao Sect, perhaps only Jinyang, the current chief of Primordial Yang Dao Sect in Huayang World, counted as someone of stature.
"They are no more than a few extra Cave Profound Void-Refining cultivators. They cannot amount to anything. Rest and regroup for now, mobilize the Daoist Soldiers, and in seven days, we will weigh their mettle."
Ming Xian made the decision, and Jiang Sheng and Xuanyi naturally had no objections. Once they had discussed matters, they went their separate ways. Jiang Sheng prepared a pill furnace and the various spiritual herbs and immortal treasures needed to refine the