Half-Saint Peak

Rumble—!

From the depths of the sea, three columns of water shot into the sky. Each was a thousand zhang thick, like three water dragons stretching forth and linking the heavens to the sea.

Centered on those three water columns, the waves surged madly in every direction. Hundred-zhang tidal waves rolled one after another, slamming against the void with deafening roars. Some True Monarch Realm experts who stood too close were blasted away like kites with snapped strings, vomiting blood.

"What a terrifying aura... Could another Saint Realm expert have appeared?"

"Do you think Saint Realm experts grow like cabbages? Those three auras far surpass the Saint Lord Realm, but they seem not to have broken through that barrier yet. They should merely be... Half-Saint experts!"

"Half-Saints?! In that direction, could they be the legendary reclusive old monsters of the Southern Saint Domain?"

Above the sea, experts from every faction changed expression, their eyes full of horror and uncertainty. The Half-Saint Realm stood between the Saint Lord Realm and the Saint Realm. Though it was not the true Saint Realm, it had already touched that threshold. Its terrifying might was far beyond what ordinary Saint Lord Realm cultivators could compare to.

Under countless shocked gazes, three figures slowly stepped out from within the water columns.

The person on the left was a hunched old man clad in an ancient dark green robe, its hem embroidered with mysterious tortoise patterns. His face was aged, wrinkles running across it like gullies, yet his eyes were terrifyingly deep, as though they contained two boundless seas. With every step he took, a lotus platform formed from waves rose beneath his feet to support him. His aura was vast and enduring, as if it had fused with the pulse of the entire sea.

This person