"A Holy Land that had only just been established actually possessed the combat power of twenty-three Immortal Emperors? And even a Human Race Immortal Lord War Soldier Legion?"
Though it had only just been established, Qingxuan Holy Land already possessed such a foundation.
How could Shigui Cangyun's expression not turn grim, how could he not give birth to apprehension?
However, after his expression darkened for a moment, Shigui Cangyun sensed the composition of Qingxuan Holy Land's combat power foundation.
He breathed a sigh of relief and secretly pondered:
"Although Qingxuan Holy Land's combat power foundation is not weak, it is basically relying on War Soldiers to prop up the façade."
"Other than two Immortal Emperor Cultivators, they cannot even produce an Immortal King, let alone an Immortal Lord Cultivator?"
"It seems that while the Qingxuan Holy Lord's strength is indeed not bad, Qingxuan Holy Land does not have much development potential. This can be considered a blessing amid misfortune."
As he pondered, Shigui Cangyun examined 'Ye Qingxuan,' then suddenly furrowed his brow.
"However, for the other party to stockpile so many Human Race War Soldiers at the very beginning of establishing his Holy Land, could he be a saint-realm cultivator from some great Human Race clan?"
"But that is not right either. If he truly came from a great clan, how could he have only two Immortal Emperor Cultivators under his command?"
"Could it be... this Qingxuan Holy Lord is merely a lucky nouveau riche?"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Rumble!
Just as Shigui Cangyun was secretly pondering.
The cultivators and War Soldiers on both sides had already become entangled in battle one after another, the roars of war ringing without end.
Immortal Lord-level cultivators and War Soldiers clashed upon the earth.
Immortal King-level cultivators and War Soldiers clashed in midair.
Immortal