"..."
As he watched the expressionless Zhao Gongming arrive beside Yang Jian and Nezha, Jie Yin felt utterly miserable.
He had just been saying that facing three Saints, plus Chen Mu blowing up magical treasures whenever he pleased, was already giving him a terrible headache. Now, another Saint-level Zhao Gongming had appeared. Jie Yin felt like he was completely finished.
With four Saints besieging him, no matter how many trump cards Jie Yin had, he could not win!
Moreover, Zhao Gongming had originally been a late-stage Great Luo powerhouse. He had endured the tempering of countless years and had merely lacked an opportunity to become a Saint. He was completely different from Nezha and the others, whose growth had been forcibly accelerated.
Now that Zhao Gongming had obtained a Saintly Dao Fruit, his long accumulation had burst forth, granting him the strength of a mid-stage Saint in an instant. Even Jie Yin had to take such power seriously. There was no room for carelessness.
And Jie Yin did not have the Zhuxian Sword. Without the Zhuxian Sword Array, how was he supposed to fight four of them?
Even if each of these four Saints was not particularly strong on their own, Jie Yin knew very well that he would never be their match in a one-against-four!
And he still had to guard against that sneaky bastard Chen Mu. Who knew whether he would quietly hit him with another self-destructing magical treasure?
Jie Yin had only just been blown up and had not fully recovered yet. If he were blown up again while all those Saints attacked him together, then he would be dead for sure.
"..."
As he was thinking this, Jie Yin fell silent once more.
Because he saw four treasured swords revolving around Zhao Gongming. Were those not