Ao Min ground his teeth in hatred.
Once one entered the Undying Sacred Land, one would fall to the lowest realm. All external items became unusable, and only by killing ten thousand opponents of every race at the same realm without dying could one advance.
Fang Yun had entered and exited three times, which meant he had killed at least thirty thousand Half-Sages!
The total number of Half-Sages Ao Min had seen in his life did not even exceed three hundred.
If the battles in the Undying Sacred Land were counted as actual combat, then in terms of Sainthood-level battles, Fang Yun had fought more times than all the Human Race sages throughout history combined, far surpassing Ao Min.
Ao Min could not tolerate the fact that the Undying Sacred Land, which the Dragon Race sages fought tooth and nail to squeeze into, was a place Fang Yun could enter and leave at will.
For unless one had rendered immense merit, a Half-Sage—even a True Dragon Half-Sage—could enter the Undying Sacred Land only once in a lifetime.
Ao Min looked at Fang Yun, his eyes glittering with jealousy and envy, because he realized that Fang Yun's current fighting methods had already far surpassed those of an ordinary Half-Sage.
If controlling the True Dragon Sacred Sword was still merely an ordinary means of battle, then the method he had used to break the Myriad Dragons Ice Mountain was no longer ordinary.
Ordinary Sacred Way battles were clashes of power; even Great Sages used such methods.
But Fang Yun first analyzed the Sacred Way structure of his enemy's power, sought out its weak points, and used Sacred Way against Sacred Way. By paying only a tiny price, he could resolve any force.
Generally speaking, only Saint Ancestors among the various races could