"This is the power of an Early Ancient Saint who has comprehended the laws of space. It truly is no small matter, but it is not beyond resistance." Xia Ping narrowed his eyes, a glint of cold light flashing within them.
The moment Minerva, an Early Ancient Saint, made his move, it was earth-shattering, shaking the eight wildernesses. He displayed the invincible bearing of an Early Ancient Saint, attempting to crush Xia Ping with sheer force and suppress him completely, revealing the savagery and tyranny of an Early Ancient Saint.
Though he stood where he was, his body had merged with space itself. Thousands upon thousands of layers of folded space emerged around him, radiating an ageless aura. He was practically standing in an undefeated position, utterly unmatchable.
With such power alone, a single palm strike could easily slap an Immortal Saint into a lump of minced flesh.
No wonder Minerva was so confident, believing himself far superior to an Immortal Saint.
But Xia Ping was no ordinary Immortal Saint.
He possessed the Hell Golden Crow Bloodline, with peerless talent. The mana his body could contain was already more than a thousand times greater than that of ordinary Immortal Saints. Not to mention that he cultivated the god-level Pure Yang Indestructible Art and the Panwu True Scripture, opening up nine Purple Mansion spaces—the amount of mana he could hold was all the more terrifying.
It could be said that even though he had yet to advance into the realm of an Early Ancient Saint and had not comprehended the laws of space, the mana within his body alone was already no weaker than that of any Early Ancient Saint.
His power even far surpassed that of ordinary Early Ancient Saints. He was practically a myth that had walked out of