Even the Great Powers lurking in the shadows to spy were forced into cold sweats by that vast, overwhelming pressure, chills running down their backs.
If Li Tian still possessed the cultivation of a Saint, then were they not digging their own graves with their own hands?
Yuanshi's face stiffened. Driven back step by step by the surging might radiating from Li Tian, his lips turned pale as he muttered again and again, "Impossible... impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"
How could Saintly pressure still remain on this fellow?
When the Heavenly Dao manifested, had it not announced to the Three Realms that he had personally stripped Li Tian of his Saintly Position?
Taishang and Yuanshi both changed color, their pupils shrinking sharply.
It truly was Saint's might!
The oppressive force bearing down on them was like mountains crushing from above, like a galaxy collapsing—only a Saint who had truly set foot in the Primordial Realm could unleash such vast, irresistible might!
But what exactly was going on?
Li Tian had clearly severed his own Saintly Position. Why could he still emanate such pure, such frigid Saintly pressure?
"This is Saint's might! Li Tian is still a Saint!"
Taishang's voice was dry, his face deathly pale, even his words trembling.
The Li Tian of old had been honest and simple, but now, he was already like a completely different person.
"Why? How could he restore the Primordial Realm in such a short time?"
Yuanshi's face twitched as though he had swallowed a live Scorpion. His heart was filled with shock, and he found it impossible to accept.
"Do you really take me for some soft persimmon anyone can squeeze?"
"I could make you lose all face in Purple Heaven Palace. Today, I can do the same!"
Li Tian's voice was cold,