But then again, Gu Rulai was still incomparably shocked by the strength Xia Ping had displayed just now. Even after living for so many years, he had never seen an Ancient Saint with combat power this formidable.
It was not as though he had never seen Ancient Saints wielding supreme-grade saint artifacts—he himself was one of them. Yet with an Ancient Saint's power of creation, it was simply impossible to fully unleash all the might of a supreme-grade saint artifact.
It was like a child holding a peerless divine sword. How could they compare to an elite adult warrior wielding the same sword? Being able to bring out even one percent of the treasure's power would already be quite good.
It could only be said that even without that supreme-grade saint artifact, Fengdu Saint's own combat strength was utterly terrifying.
And with that mysterious supreme-grade saint artifact, Fengdu Saint was even more like a tiger that had grown wings.
To be honest, when Gu Rulai first saw Xia Ping appear, he had indeed harbored thoughts of launching a sneak attack and avenging his grievances. Yet as the battle progressed, he discovered that whenever he considered striking, his sixth sense issued a fierce warning: he absolutely could not make a move, or he would undoubtedly die.
He trusted this combat instinct immensely, so he suppressed his urge to act.
In the end, Gu Rulai finally witnessed the youngster's terrifying combat power. Once that supreme-grade saint artifact was brought out and erupted with Chaos Demonic Sound, it swept through everything, shocking batch after batch of Primordial Ancient Saints to death.
Even he could not help but cast a sidelong glance at such power, feeling deeply wary of it.
This also made him extraordinarily vigilant toward the immensely mysterious Fengdu Saint, raising his