"Middle Ancient Saints are too powerful."
Xia Ping now understood why the gap between every Saint realm was so enormous and impossible to cross, why challenging opponents above one's level had become almost nonexistent. A difference of one realm represented an earth-shaking transformation, with combat power increasing by hundreds or even thousands of times.
If he encountered a Middle Ancient Saint now, there would be only one outcome: death.
After all, once one was controlled by the laws of time, no method would be of any use. One could only watch helplessly as one died.
"They truly are powerful."
Green Ox could not help but nod.
"Then what about Ancient Saints? How powerful are Ancient Saints?"
Xia Ping continued asking.
"Ancient Saints are even more monstrous. Back then, my old master, Mountain River Saint, was at the Ancient Saint realm. Even among the many Saints, such strength counted as that of an expert, with few who could rival him."
Green Ox's tone carried a trace of pride.
Ancient Saint?!
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes. He now understood Mountain River Saint's true strength. It seemed his former master, Myriad Stars Saint, had been far from qualified to stand alongside Mountain River Saint.
There was nothing to be done about that. Myriad Stars Saint had been too unlucky, and he had also been relatively young. Before he could advance to a higher realm, he had been slain by another Saint.
In truth, this was a very normal occurrence in the universe. Having monstrous talent did not mean one could keep growing forever. Before becoming a supreme existence, sometimes one could die from a single unexpected factor.
If one failed to grow up, there was nothing more to say.
Green Ox continued, "To advance to an Ancient Saint, one must comprehend the Laws