An eighteen-year-old Saint Rank cultivator was unquestionably a prodigy, even in the Upper Realm!
Here in the Lower Realm, he was truly a peerless prodigy!
Thus, the moment Qin Wuyou revealed his Saint Rank cultivation, a hint of appreciation for his talent even appeared in the eyes of the Holy Lord of Lingxiao Holy Land.
If he could recruit a disciple with such talent into the Lingxiao Holy Land, it would be enough to let them overshadow any other holy land!
But before he could extend an invitation, he suddenly noticed that Qin Wuyou's aura was still climbing.
Saint King Rank!
The moment Qin Wuyou displayed Saint King Rank strength, the Holy Lord of Lingxiao Holy Land was utterly dumbfounded!
"Saint King Rank! How old is this brat? He already has Saint King Rank cultivation! Heavens, he's an absolute monster!"
As he stared at Qin Wuyou, that hint of admiration in the Holy Lord of Lingxiao Holy Land's eyes vanished completely, leaving only terror!
In his current state, he had absolutely no chance of defeating a Saint King Rank opponent!
Qin Wuyou unleashed his mighty Saint King Rank aura, and the Sword Qi that permeated every gap around him could not even approach his body.
The power of his God and Devil Tyrant Body naturally formed a tyrant body barrier around him. The Sword Qi could not even break through that barrier, much less harm Qin Wuyou.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As countless streams of Sword Qi struck the tyrant body barrier, only wave after wave of ringing sword cries sounded.
Watching this, the shock in the Holy Lord of Lingxiao Holy Land's eyes grew even more intense.
Deep within his pupils, a trace of fear even emerged.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! He's only eighteen! How could he be a Saint King?