Qin Sheng stood atop a mountain peak, gazing into the distant sky. Of the Primordial Creatures arriving together, he recognized only some.
Yet Qin Sheng had seen through the cultivation realms of all these Primordial Creatures. None were weak; the weakest was a single Half-Saint, while all the others were Ancestor Kings.
There was no need to say who that Half-Saint who had slipped in was.
"That Great Saint besides Hun Tuo must be Great Saint Qian Lun. As expected of the pinnacle Dragon Clan bloodline of the Human Realm Universe—his dragon aura soars into the heavens. He is truly distinguished and noble." Qin Sheng nodded lightly in approval.
There were no True Dragons in the Human Realm. The bloodlines of the Dragon Clan Ancient Emperors throughout the ages represented the ultimate dragons; no race could surpass them, at most match them.
"Those who have come mean trouble." Golden Heavenly Maiden stood beside Qin Sheng and spoke softly.
Qin Sheng glanced at her. You came with bad intentions too.
"Saint Lord Qin, Golden Heavenly Maiden, will you not come out and meet us?" Hun Tuo's voice carried over once more.
"How rude. Why aren't these Primordial Creatures coming in? Since they came to visit on their own initiative, they should act like visitors." Yao Xi frowned.
"Shaking Light Holy Land is our home ground. How could they rashly enter?" Qin Sheng laughed.
Though Shaking Light Holy Land had never produced a Great Emperor, its mountain gate and ancestral grounds had been fortified like an iron fortress. Countless killing formations lay within, including Great Saint formations.
Great Saint Qian Lun and the others had come to demand someone, not to offer up their lives. If they ventured deep into Shaking Light Holy Land and fighting broke out, they would truly be