"Cough, cough."
Amid the crisscrossing ravines, Tong Xuan forced himself up from the ground, dirt caught between his fingers. He looked utterly disheveled.
With a single step, he returned to the sky. Though he had not suffered much actual damage, the killing intent in his eyes had reached an indescribable height.
"You! Little! Bastard!"
His bone-chilling voice rang out like a venomous serpent, rendering everyone present silent. Even opening their mouths had become incredibly difficult.
No one had expected that Xiao Yan, facing two Saints alone, would actually gain the upper hand in their very first exchange!
"After all these years, you're still standing still."
Xiao Yan's body was covered in wounds, yet he paid them no mind. He smiled casually. "They say Saints stand as high as the heavens, but people like you, who have spent a thousand years without advancing to the Dou Saint realm—are you truly worthy of being counted among the Saint Stage?"
He turned to Gu Shan, whose expression was equally grim, a trace of mockery in his eyes. "Or is it that your Ancient Clan truly needs half-baked trash like you to serve as its public face?"
Back when Hun Miesheng had yet to advance to the Saint Stage, Tong Xuan was already a Saint Stage Great Master, lofty and exalted.
And after Hun Miesheng likewise stepped into the Half-Saint realm, Tong Xuan not only felt no wariness, but still regarded himself as the elder.
Yet when Hun Miesheng later rose to fame, becoming someone even Dou Saints trembled before, Tong Xuan was still stuck in the Half-Saint realm. He could no longer even catch sight of the other man's shadow.
No wonder Hun Miesheng had never deigned to look at him directly. Half-Saints and Dou Saints had never been existences on the same