Lin Changqing gazed at the figure in the sky, saluted respectfully, and sent the green-edged longsword in his hand flying toward Tongtian.
Tongtian's phantom slowly nodded at Lin Changqing but said nothing. He simply tore open space and left, leaving Lin Changqing rather embarrassed.
Just then, Ming He's Three Corpses descended once more. After only a brief clash—not even a confrontation with a Saint, just a single hand—all three of Ming He's Corpses had blood at the corners of their mouths.
But countless streams of blood essence surged over from the Blood Sea, and Ming He's Three Corpses healed almost instantly.
"Many thanks for your help, Senior."
Lin Changqing also saluted Ming He, who merely nodded.
"Think nothing of it. Hurry and establish the Dao."
Ming He said it casually. Of course, he hadn't helped Lin Changqing out of kindness. Lin Changqing was establishing a Dao for the Asura Race, an opportunity tied to Ming He's becoming a Saint. Naturally, he wouldn't let anyone ruin it so easily.
As for offending a Saint, the Western Saint was hardly impressive to begin with. Tongtian had even held the upper hand against two opponents at once. And since Ming He was in the Blood Sea, he had no fear of a Saint coming after him.
As long as the Blood Sea remained, Ming He would never die!
That wasn't just talk. It was one of Ming He's great divine abilities.
Besides, the Blood Sea was where the Primordial World's filth gathered. Even a Saint wouldn't dare destroy it carelessly. If the filth ran rampant through heaven and earth and brought devastation upon all living beings, even a Saint couldn't bear the resulting karma.
So Ming He truly had nothing to fear from a Saint.
Lin Changqing gave a helpless smile. It was