"Heavenly Court Qin Sheng—who exactly are you?"
A Spirit-grade Heavenly Supreme had shattered the Maha Immeasurable Formation with one punch, nearly frightening the souls out of the many living Heavenly Supremes.
Was that reasonable?
Since when had the spiritual energy cultivation path of the Great Thousand World become one where Spirit-grade Heavenly Supremes stood above Saint-Rank Heavenly Supremes?
Could it be that the Maha Ancient Clan cultivated fake spiritual energy?
At first, the Maha Ancient Clan had believed that Futu Xuan, the Saint-Rank expert, would be their greatest trouble this time. Qin Sheng had merely been brought along to break off Qing Yanjing's engagement.
After all, the gap between their realms was right there. In the past, if anyone had claimed that a Spirit-grade expert could surpass a Saint-Rank expert, the Maha clansmen would have mocked that bumpkin for the rest of his life.
Yet Maha Tian had used his life to tell them the truth: a powerful Saint-Rank expert could barely avoid being weaker than a Spirit-grade one!
"Ah! Well done, Heavenly Court Qin Sheng!" the Saint-Rank elder with the black cane roared.
Maha Tian, the future hope of the clan and a man with the potential to reach Saint-Rank, had died. The two Saint-Rank Heavenly Supremes were enraged.
They had remained at the early Saint-Rank for many years. Unless they encountered some heaven-defying opportunity, they had virtually no hope of advancing further. With just the two of them, the Maha Ancient Clan could preserve what it had, but lacked the strength to expand.
Maha Tian was different. Looking back several generations, the Maha Ancient Clan had never produced anyone with talent greater than his. Great hopes had been placed upon him.
In the Maha Ancient Clan's eyes, Maha Tian would at least reach the late Saint-Rank in the