"No, this human has a high-grade Saint Artifact protecting him, and we've both suffered serious injuries. We simply can't kill him. We should take this chance to run—there's no need to keep tangling with him here."
Sophia was exceedingly wary of Xia Ping, considering him a dangerous figure. Even as an Early Ancient Saint, she still seemed utterly incapable of killing this terrifying human whose methods emerged one after another without end.
Moreover, their grave injuries had yet to heal. There was no need to stay here and fight this human to the bitter end. As time passed, who knew whether this human might have reinforcements arriving?
"Shut up!"
A savage expression appeared on Minerva's face. "I have to slaughter this brat, or I'll never swallow this outrage! Three Early Ancient Saints—three of them were killed by this bastard. This is a blood feud as deep as the sea.
"So what if he has a defensive treasure at the level of a high-grade Saint Artifact? Take out every Saint Artifact you have. We'll self-destruct them and unleash boundless power to kill this brat once and for all."
He had made up his mind. He had to kill this human.
For he had a powerful premonition: if he did not kill Wu Wudi now, then given this human's rate of progress, the next time they met, he would not even be worthy to carry the other man's shoes.
This was the best chance to kill this damned human. Once this village was missed, there would be no such inn again.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The moment his words fell, three Saint Artifacts flew out from his body. Two were low-grade Saint Artifacts, while one was a middle-grade Saint Artifact. They shone with immense treasure-light as they fused with his vital energy.
Clearly,