Seeing Zhunti coughing blood, Jieyin's complexion changed immediately. The Jieyin Treasure Banner atop his head began to spin frantically, with Chaos Qi swirling, pervading the void.
"Hmph!" Li Qingming sneered, saying, "Did you really think I was afraid of you?"
"Boom!" The imposing saintly pressure erupted from Li Qingming as the center, instantly dispersing. Up until this moment, Jieyin and Zhunti, who were still harboring a stroke of luck in their hearts, had their expressions drastically change. Originally, they thought that Li Qingming had only enhanced his cultivation to the level of a Saint through a secret technique, which would eventually expire. Ultimately, he would fall into their hands to be slaughtered at will.
But they had calculated everything except for the fact that Li Qingming would actually attain the Saint position.
