"Alas, there's a Sub-Saint hidden in the Shang Army Camp. What are we supposed to do?"
At the peak of Mount Sumeru, beneath the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, Zhunti wore a miserable expression and sighed repeatedly.
Jieyin, seated beside him on the Prayer Mat of Silence, also furrowed his brow, his face full of sorrow and hardship. "Difficult—far too difficult. If the Saints do not intervene, who in The West or the Chan Sect can stand against a Sub-Saint?"
Zhunti added, "I have fought Kong Xuan before. His divine abilities are formidable. With a sweep of his Five-Colored Divine Light, even my Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree could be brushed away. Setting aside that inhuman Cangyuan, calling him the greatest beneath the Saints would not be an exaggeration. He can stand shoulder to shoulder with the former Eastern Emperor... What do Medicine Master, Maitreya, and the others have to fight someone like that with? Alas."
Great Master of Attainment, who had returned to report the intelligence, was completely dumbfounded, his head filled with question marks.
What was that supposed to mean? He could stand shoulder to shoulder with the former emperor of the demon race, Eastern Emperor Tai Yi?
That praise was far too lofty.
No, wait!
Such a Human Race expert was in the Shang Army Camp...
At that moment, Great Master of Attainment broke out in a cold sweat, drenched from head to toe as his heart pounded violently.
If someone like that attacked them, even if they and the Chan Sect's people were tied together, they still would not be enough for him to beat.
Fortunately, fortunately, this great being still had some martial virtue.
"Senior Brother, should I send my Three Corpses incarnation into battle?"
Zhunti looked at Jieyin and made the suggestion.
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