"Black Robe Protector, this poisoned wine is indeed formidable. But if this old man truly stakes his life, the four of you may not necessarily gain any advantage!"
Ancestor Fengzun said coldly.
As a Holy King, he naturally possessed some trump cards kept at the bottom of the chest.
He rose to his feet, and streams of blazing flames erupted from his body, transforming into chains of fire that clattered as though they could pierce forth at any moment.
Black Robe Protector remained unruffled in the face of danger. He still sat steadily in his seat, picked up a wine cup, and gently swirled it as he smiled. "With your strength, forcibly erupting with power is indeed possible, but it is a thankless effort. Moreover, you can only wield the strength of ordinary Saints."
"And I am no ordinary Saint!"
Black Robe Protector crushed the wine cup in his hand. A powerful holy might spread forth, and a pitch-black holy mark slowly floated around his body, erupting with tremendous power.
"He has condensed a holy mark!"
Everyone was shocked, their faces filled with disbelief.
Judging from his bones, this Black Robe Protector was extremely young. Not only had he entered the Saint Realm, he had even condensed a holy mark. Such talent was simply terrifying.
"At such an age, you have actually condensed your first holy mark. Just who are you?"
Ancestor Fengzun asked.
Condensing the first holy mark was the most difficult. Once it was condensed, the second and third holy marks could be condensed with ease. Yet as the number of holy marks increased, the difficulty of condensing them would rise as well.
For ancestor-level Martial Artists like them, after entering the Saint Realm, it would take nearly ten years, or even a hundred years, to condense their