In the distance, the many Angels concealed in the void witnessed this scene as well.
"Impossible!"
The Angel captain was so frightened he nearly jumped out, barely able to suppress his aura and keep from exposing himself. Seeing such a sight, he was completely dumbfounded.
"A mere junior in the Golden Core Realm can actually withstand the combined bombardment of five Return to Truth Realm cultivators, and even kill a Return to Truth Realm mighty figure with a backhand strike? Is this some kind of joke?"
His heart shook with unimaginable terror. He had never heard of anything like this; it was far too outrageous. Even the peerless prodigies of the Angel Race could not achieve such a feat—indeed, they fell far short of it.
The other Angels were also stunned, their legs trembling as they fully sensed the ferocious might emanating from Xia Ping. He was like an ancient savage beast—fierce and invincible, sweeping through all before him.
"A great enemy—an unprecedented great enemy!"
One Angel wore a grave expression. "This is the bearing of a Saint. Legend has it that every Saint possessed an invincible bearing in their youth, capable of challenging those above their level, sweeping away enemies in every direction, and suppressing the ages.
"This human's current bearing is no less than that—perhaps even greater. Given time, so long as he does not fall midway, humanity may very well gain another invincible Saint in the future."
He clenched his fists tightly, deeply unwilling to accept it. Why did the human race produce so many peerless geniuses, with Saints emerging one after another, forever keeping the Angel Race beneath their feet, unable to rise again?
Clearly, the Angel Race was the superior race, a long-lived species, yet their number of Saints was vastly inferior to humanity's. This