Wei Fan truly felt a Saint-grade ripple. It was utterly incomparable to the ripples produced when a Martial King wielded a Sacred Weapon.
A vast aura pressed down like the collapse of the heavens, making the entire mountain range tremble.
The Jade Person swelled wildly in the wind. Dao Marks spread from its body, extending into the void and frantically drawing in the essence of heaven and earth.
"Wei Fan, you are far too overconfident. Not even Xuanyuan Peak of old dared truly fight a Martial Saint to the death!"
The blue-robed Martial King retreated, his face full of mockery.
Back then, Xuanyuan Peak had exchanged a punch with a Martial Saint and survived, astonishing the Five Great Domains. But that Martial Saint had only just broken through.
Spring Autumn Martial Saint Tian Chunqiu of Huoyun Cave, however, had been a Saint for more than three hundred years. He was simply not comparable to the Martial Saint who had traded blows with Xuanyuan Peak.
Of course, what stood before them was merely a clone refined by the Spring Autumn Martial Saint, not the Spring Autumn Martial Saint himself. Its strength could not reach the level of the Spring Autumn Martial Saint.
But that did not matter. Back then, Xuanyuan Peak had been gravely injured and left on the brink of death after taking just one punch from a Martial Saint. Yet how could this clone of the Spring Autumn Martial Saint throw only one punch?
So what if Wei Fan was as monstrous as Xuanyuan Peak had been? He might take one punch, but could he take ten?
A Martial King fighting a Martial Saint was something the Five Great Domains had almost never heard of.
Heaven and earth changed color, winds and clouds churned, and thunder rumbled without end.