One day later.
Western Universe, Dragon Wood Planet—this was a place Xia Ping had once appeared.
At this moment, several unwelcome guests had arrived on this famous planet: Holy Angel Loki of the Angel Race, Qiongqi, the Ancient Alliance's ancestor, and Venerable Indra Dehui of the Buddhist Sect.
They were all peak Saints, possessing strength far beyond ordinary Saints. Standing deep within the void, they seemed to exist apart from the universe itself.
None of the living beings on Dragon Wood Planet, nor the spacecraft passing by intermittently nearby, could detect their existence. It was as though they were not creatures of the same dimension at all.
So long as they wished it, these mortals would be utterly incapable of sensing them.
"I never expected this matter to alarm Venerable Indra Dehui and Holy Angel Loki. Were your people captured and killed as well?" Qiongqi narrowed its eyes, staring at the two Saints.
It had thought it would be the only one to take action, never expecting to encounter two beings of the same rank here.
"It was more than mere killing. That Wu Wudi stole the Angel Race's mid-grade Saint artifact, the Glory Scepter. He is the Angel Race's mortal enemy. Even if he flees to the ends of the earth, he cannot escape the Lord's judgment."
Holy Angel Loki spoke indifferently.
"This poor monk is merely curious."
Venerable Indra Dehui smiled faintly, his expression benevolent, as though nothing in this universe could move him.
Even a murderer steeped in blood, upon coming into contact with this aura, seemed as though he would attain great enlightenment and lay down his butcher's knife.
"Hmph, that human Wu Wudi captured many ancient bloodline descendants of my Ancient Alliance. He is the Ancient Alliance's mortal enemy. I should be the one to