At Li Xinge's utterly humiliating words,
Chu Yuehan's face twisted completely.
Where was the lofty majesty of the female saint from the Upper Realm who had descended not long ago?
She, Chu Yuehan, had attained sainthood in three thousand years.
In ten thousand years, she had become a three-calamity saint.
Her talent was undeniably exceptional.
Even the palace master of her Nine Cold Heavenly Palace had said she had the potential to become a true saint.
A true saint, even among the greatest powers in the Upper Realm,
would have a place of their own.
She might have bowed and scraped before Jiang Qinghuang,
but that was because Jiang Qinghuang was the grand elder's personal disciple, a strong candidate to become the next palace master of the Nine Cold Heavenly Palace.
Yet now,
a native of the Lower Realm
had actually said she was not even qualified to be his dog?
"Fine. Very fine."
Chu Yuehan gritted her teeth, every word seemingly squeezed through the gaps between them.
"Ant, how dare you humiliate me like this! Today, I will show you why a saint must never be insulted!"
She no longer cared about anything else.
Only one thought remained in her mind.
Kill Li Xinge!
Kill Li Xinge!!!
A glint of cold light flared in her eyes.
The invisible shackle the Heavenly Dao had placed upon her
was forcibly shattered as she threw caution to the winds.
An aura too powerful for words erupted from deep within her.
Li Xinge sensed that aura.
His expression changed drastically.
He swiftly shot backward,
putting distance between himself and Chu Yuehan.
At this moment,
Chu Yuehan's aura
had already surpassed that of a half-saint.
It had even exceeded the limits this world could contain, carrying an indifference that looked down upon all the