At Crimson Blood Sacred Land, atop Spirit Peak on Central Island, Jian Guhong and the others returned to report, recounting in detail what they had done and seen on this trip.
After Jian Guhong finished, the elderly Ghost Cultivator spoke. "It's truly a pity we failed to kill that Star-Moon Sacred Venerate this time. This old man originally had a chance to succeed, but that fellow was too vigilant. He reacted the instant I struck, so I only managed to wound him in the end. Alas."
The Sacred Lord shook his head. "Every Sacred Seed in this world is favored by heaven and earth. They could be called this world's Children of Destiny. How could they be so easily killed? For Senior Wuchang to wound him was already an extraordinary feat."
Everyone present knew how formidable Sacred Seeds were. They were not Blood Race that ordinary Blood Race could be mentioned in the same breath with. Take Wuchang, for example—he claimed he had had a chance to succeed, but failure was failure. Even if he were given that same opportunity again, he would still have been unable to succeed.
Jian Guhong had also clashed head-on with a Sacred Seed. Even with the profound foundations of a Sword Cultivator, he had only been able to fight that Sacred Seed to a draw.
This showed just how powerful Sacred Seeds were. It could be said that not a single Blood Race Sacred Seed was weaker than any of them.
Yet there had been a precedent of such a powerful Sacred Seed being beaten to death alive.
And the one who had accomplished it was the Sacred Lord standing before them!
It was also that battle which had made peak experts like Jian Guhong and Wuchang wholeheartedly acknowledge the middle-aged man's identity and