But it would have been better if Xia Ping had not shown himself. The moment he did, everyone was stunned.
"Fuck, is this some kind of joke? How is he an Immortal Saint?"
Saint Yunyang and the others stood dumbfounded, staring foolishly at Xia Ping, who had suddenly appeared. They could clearly sense that the aura emanating from him was only at the Immortal Realm.
"Impossible. Could that guy have concealed his cultivation? Is he actually not in the Immortal Realm, but already in the Early Ancient Realm?" An Immortal Saint was unwilling to accept this reality, believing that the other party might be an Early Ancient Saint hiding his strength.
"Bullshit. Can't you sense that the kid's aura contains no power of the spatial laws at all? He hasn't formed a Spatial Domain either. At most, he's a late-stage Immortal Realm Saint."
"It's over, it's over. We thought reinforcements had arrived, but instead, a trap has come."
"What's going on? He's only an Immortal Saint. How does he dare come rescue us? Isn't he afraid of dying?"
"This was nothing but false joy. We're completely finished."
Saint Yunyang and the others had faces green on one side and ashen with despair. They had originally thought that any Saint coming to reinforce them would at least be an Early Ancient Saint. Only then would they have a chance to survive.
Moreover, they had spread the information far and wide. Anyone with the courage and strength to come to their rescue would naturally need at least the strength of an Early Ancient Saint. Otherwise, they would simply be coming here to die.
Yet the one who had arrived was merely an Immortal Saint. Wasn't this screwing them over?! What was the point of coming here to die without the strength to