"Your Majesty..."
Just as Patriarch Bodhi was about to speak, a black hole suddenly appeared above Qin Jun's head, and Li Yuanba slowly stepped out.
He was still clad in black chainmail, holding the vat-sized Golden Peng Divine Hammer. His frame was gaunt like that of a sickly ghost, and his messy black hair draped over his shoulders.
Compared to before, he seemed unchanged, yet Patriarch Bodhi frowned.
Because Patriarch Bodhi could no longer see through his cultivation.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Li Yuanba excitedly knelt in the void. Qin Jun had previously instructed him to restrain himself and await orders if Qin Jun was unharmed.
After breaking through to the Mid Saint Realm, Li Yuanba had been holding back a raging fire in his heart.
He had been a battle-crazed man since birth. Even in his previous life as a mortal, he had remained a war machine who had even dared to point his hammer at the heavens. Although that had been due to foolishness, it revealed the violence in his bones.
In the mortal world, Li Yuanba had once fought two hundred thousand soldiers alone. How heaven-defying was that?
It was like a Golden Core Realm cultivator running rampant through the martial world.
Of course, that was merely unofficial history, but it was enough to establish Li Yuanba's renown.
Qin Jun smiled as he helped him up, feeling incomparably relaxed. "Yuanba, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Now, he already had five Saints under his command, enough to suppress the Sacred Gate's four Saints.
Patriarch Bodhi took a long while to recover, a terrifying thought emerging in his mind.
Could Li Yuanba have become a Saint?
The moment that thought arose, he could not help but shudder. Then, recalling the still-absent Sun Wukong, his emotions became