"Sure enough, something happened to the Sacred Gate. Even the Saint Realm was shattered. This was the first time in billions of years."
The tall monk chuckled softly. He stood a full two meters tall, while the shorter monk was not actually short at one meter seventy. Unfortunately, standing together made their height difference obvious.
The two looked quite alike, except the shorter monk appeared younger, around twenty years old. Fair-faced, red-lipped, and slender, he had rather feminine features. The taller monk looked to be in his early thirties and was more mature.
"Senior Brother Pugao, should we help them, or take the opportunity to eliminate them?"
The shorter monk asked as he looked toward the distant battle among the Saints, his eyelids twitching slightly.
So many Saints?
Nine Saints were fighting!
Dao of Death, Ji Bubai, Fuxi, Houtu, and Yang Jian were battling Dao Ancestor Wuji, Sword Venerable Yuxiao, Azure Dragon Progenitor, and Yunmei Niangniang.
In terms of Saint numbers, the Great Qin Heavenly Court had begun suppressing the Sacred Gate.
At this rate, the Great Qin Heavenly Court had a great chance of winning.
Although the Sacred Gate was stronger among those in the Manifestation Saint Realm, once the Saints were defeated, the war would be settled.
Even injured Saints could sweep through the entire battlefield's Manifestation Saints.
"First, let's see who they are. A force capable of conquering the Sacred Gate is no simple matter. They may very well threaten our Ancient Buddha Realm."
Pugao shook his head. After a brief pause, he continued, "Puzhen, what do you think?"
The shorter monk called Puzhen softly said, "Senior Brother Pugao, we have never seen any of these Saints. We must be cautious. They may pose an even greater threat than the Saint Realm."
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