Kunpeng Ancestor and the others were stunned. They had heard of reincarnated ancient saints before—for example, the dashing and extraordinary handsome man Ye Dadao back in the day.
But such saint reincarnations merely possessed a saint's talent; they did not retain a saint's cultivation. At most, they would bring along a weapon used in their previous life as a saint.
Yet this Ye Qilin before them had reincarnated with his cultivation intact. That was simply terrifying.
This was absolutely not a saint's reincarnation, but the reincarnated body of an even stronger existence.
"A born saint—what terrifying talent. Let this old ancestor see exactly what special physique you possess!"
Suppressing the amazement in his heart, Kunpeng Ancestor shot out radiant divine light from his eyes, enveloping Ye Qilin before him.
At the side, Golden-Winged Roc and Vermilion Bird were also scrutinizing Ye Qilin closely.
At this moment, all three quasi-emperors were employing secret techniques to probe Ye Qilin's physical condition.
Yet Ye Qilin remained utterly composed. With his hands clasped behind his back, he looked at them with a faint smile. He carried himself with imposing grandeur, neither servile nor overbearing, his bearing exceptionally extraordinary.
Under Kunpeng Ancestor and the others' observation, an intense ultimate imperial might surged forth from Ye Qilin's body, its terrifying aura imprisoning even the surrounding void.
Even Kunpeng Ancestor, Vermilion Bird, and Golden-Winged Roc—three powerhouses above the seventh heaven of the quasi-emperor realm—felt a suffocating pressure.
"A Great Emperor!"
"This is ultimate imperial might!"
Golden-Winged Roc and Vermilion Bird cried out in shock, staring at Ye Qilin with disbelief.
This man actually possessed ultimate imperial might?
Without an imperial weapon, where could ultimate imperial might come from?
Unless he was a Great Emperor... but was that possible?
Kunpeng Ancestor's pupils suddenly contracted. Staring at Ye Qilin