The moment the Thunder Strike Sect's cultivators gave Ling Tian cultivation techniques and secret arts, Ling Tian could tell what their attitude toward him was. That meant that even if Lei Ba sent Near-Saints at the Twenty-ninth Heaven to attack him next, it would be difficult to achieve much. After all, Ling Tian already knew they wouldn't harm him. Naturally, he wouldn't be too tense or worried, and the tempering effect would be greatly diminished.
Thinking of this, Lei Ba was filled with regret and disappointment, especially since he didn't have much hope that the other cultivators in the starfield would pose a threat to Ling Tian.
It made sense. In Lei Ba's eyes, if there truly were any exceptionally powerful experts in the starfield—experts at the same level as them, for instance—they would have attacked Ling Tian long ago instead of waiting until now. After all, cultivators at the peak of the Twenty-eighth Heaven of Near-Saint could enter the Sacred Ruins Abyss freely, let alone those at the Twenty-ninth Heaven of Near-Saint. Any cultivator would surely covet the Creation Divine Tree, the World-Ending Thunder Dragon, and the other Saint-grade Heavenly Treasures. Naturally, they would attack Ling Tian and the others.
"Don't worry. Sooner or later, there will be someone who poses a tremendous threat to Ling Tian and the others. That person will surely bring out Ling Tian's full potential." The Divine Emperor sounded certain. Seeing the thoughtful look on Lei Ba's face, he didn't hide anything. His expression grew more solemn as he continued, "According to reports from my disciples, Ling Tian will face an exceptionally powerful foe in the future. That person has already become a Saint..."
"What? An enemy at the Saint level?!" Lei Ba's voice rose. His face was filled with concern. "We can't even