When Saints struck, it was no ordinary matter. Sub-Saints could not compare.
Even Ming Jue, who had recently claimed to be only one step away from becoming a Saint, was worlds apart from a true Saint—one in the heavens, the other on the earth.
That single step was an entire world.
Since ancient times, only a handful of Living Beings had been able to fight a Saint while still at the Sub-Saint stage.
Saints possessed extraordinary powers that shook the Starry Sky. Destroying heaven and earth was well within their means.
Yet against Earth's defenses, even they found themselves stretched thin and powerless. They simply could not break through.
"Did those Saints outside skip breakfast? Or are they just weak?" A shout suddenly rose from the surface, loud enough for the Sages to hear.
It was Chu Feng, howling at the sky and attacking the Sages in the Starry Sky with words. He was being an absolute pest.
"That all you've got? Are you trying to tickle us? You call yourselves Saints? More like weaklings!"
"Put some strength into it! Didn't eat? Your Grandpa Chu can spare you a bite!"
Chu Feng kept running his mouth on the surface. Every Saint heard him, and quite a few were furious.
Where had this little ant crawled out from, daring to provoke and insult them?
"Dozens of you bullying one defenseless woman? Have you no shame?"
"If it were me, I'd be so ashamed I'd slit my own throat!"
"Well, well. I've learned something today. Truly an eye-opener."
"Ant, a Saint is not yours to insult. Calamity will find you," one Saint said coldly.
"Then come in and hit me! I'll stand still. If you can kill me, I'll admit defeat." Chu Feng was outrageously arrogant.
As long as Earth held, he