"Someone from Saint Slave?"
After pondering for a long while, Situ Yongen felt it necessary to confirm the other party's stance, as well as their own.
"Mm."
Yu Zhiwen gave a slight nod. Clearly, her thoughts were not here, but in the distant Central City District.
Situ Yongen clenched his teeth and probed again. "He is also of the younger generation. Among the younger generation, those who possess a Sacred Idol and can suppress a Taixu with such cultivation seem to be rather rare?"
As he spoke, Situ Yongen subtly lifted his chest.
He too possessed a Sacred Idol, one bestowed by his master, Dao Qiongchang.
So long as he summoned the Sacred Idol, gave it sufficient time to accumulate power, and allowed Saint Power to rise—
What Xu Xiaoshou could do, he could do as well! Yet faced with this question, Yu Zhiwen continued gazing into the distance without so much as shifting her eyes.
"There is only him."
Situ Yongen's blood and qi instantly stalled, and he nearly choked.
Xu Xiaoshou was merely relying on the Sacred Idol's power to fight.
He could only bully those without Sacred Blood or Sacred Idols.
Even against Taixu without Sacred Blood, all they needed was to widen the distance, buy time, and avoid confronting Saint Power head-on.
Once the Sacred Idol's duration ended—
Xu Xiaoshou would be meat on the chopping block, at everyone's mercy.
Still, the battle record he had achieved thus far was indeed rarely seen among his peers.
But those reclusive descendants of Half-Saints, hidden within great sects and clans, might not necessarily be incapable of such a feat.
For example, Situ Yongen himself! Yu Zhiwen clearly had not considered so much.
What Situ Yongen did not know was that her sigh had taken into account every one