Little Ball seemed to have a pair of eyes that could see through lies. He had already killed two Saints consecutively, and the remaining four Saints were terrified.
"That's too scary. Report to the Sage King. Find out where this guy came from. Is he a Demon Sage from the Demon Immortal Realm?"
The Saint, who had only managed to escape under the protection of the three Saints, was terrified.
If a Demon Sage had descended, even if they had sent 80% of their strength, they would most likely have died.
In fact, in their eyes, Little Ball was no different from a Demon Sage. It was terrifyingly powerful. But no matter what, they still had to find out Little Ball's identity.
After all, if a Sage King could already descend on Earth, then why would they, as Saints, still descend?
To be a human punching bag for the Sage King?
They only hoped that... Little Ball was not a Sage King from the Demon Immortal Realm. Otherwise, their lives would be in danger on Earth.
Feng Hao looked into the distance and saw the fleeing Saint. The corner of his mouth still curved slightly. While he was confident, there was also a tinge of mockery.
"Feng Hao, the one we want to challenge is you. Come at us if you have the guts. What's the point of letting this great friend of the Demon God Tribe do it?"
A Saint appeared in the void, his eyes burning like torches as he stared at Feng Hao.
In his view, Feng Hao was a weakling. It was only because he had found a strong backer like Little Ball that he could sit calmly on a four-legged worm.
"You don't know your place!" Feng Hao said coldly.
That Saint's eyes lit up. He knew he was no match for Little Ball, but with 80% of his strength, it would be a piece of cake to kill Feng Hao.
If he could make a name for his God Race, so what if the little ball killed him? At the most, he could escape with his primordial spirit like the Purple Flame Saint.
When they challenged Feng Hao, they had also weighed Feng Hao and the Purple Flame Saint's strength. The conclusion they came to was that... with 80% of their strength, killing Feng Hao would be a piece of cake.
"How high is the sky? Is that something mortals like you can understand? Even if you have a fortuitous encounter and cultivate a peerless Great Dao, you have no right to say how high the sky is! Only the Celestial Race has the right to challenge, because we are the Son of Heaven! "
The man shouted, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness. He stretched out his arms and imagined that he was God, opening his benevolent and generous arms to the creatures on Earth.
"You must be tired of living!"
The small ball said in a low voice. This kind of small fry was not worth Fenghao making a move. It could just casually kill him.
However, just as it turned into a stream of light and was about to slap the Holy Son to death, Fenghao stopped it. "Leave this fellow to me!"
The little ball looked at the arrogant Holy Son with pity, then turned around and pounced at the other three Holy Sons.
When they arrived, they knew that Feng Hao had used his strength to unite the ancient Huaxia cultivators.
Now, what he wanted to do was to kill Feng Hao and let Feng Hao's reputation fall to rock bottom. The Celestial Race's Saint would regain control of Earth and lay a good foundation for the fight for fortuitous encounters in the future.
Pfft!
Feng Hao did not laugh, but the Fire Qilin under him could not help but cry. Its face was full of disdain for the Celestial Race's Saint.
It knew all too well how powerful Feng Hao was. With just a finger, he could suppress the Fire Qilin, who had awakened that power in his body. If he used his full strength, it would be unimaginable.
"Hmm?"
The Saint frowned and stared at the Fire Qilin with an unfriendly expression. "I will kill you later and cook you at the peak of the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain."
Roar!
The Fire Qilin flew into a rage. Its eyes were spitting fire, and even its nostrils were scorching hot.
This was too infuriating. This arrogant fellow actually said he wanted to cook it.
"Master, this cannot be tolerated. This absolutely cannot be tolerated!"
The Fire Qilin's eyes instantly turned red. It no longer cared about Feng Hao on its back and charged at the Saint like a raging bull.
He was like a ball of heavenly fire, tearing through the sky with an apocalyptic might.
"A weak worm!"
The Saint said softly. He leaped forward and slammed his palm down. In an instant, a huge palm appeared out of thin air. With a loud bang, the Fire Qilin was smashed into the ground, unable to move.
More than half of the Sacred Fire on its body was extinguished.
The strength of the Celestial Race's Saint was not to be underestimated, especially... a Saint with eighth-level strength.
He was very different from the Thousand Feather Race's Saint and the Purple Flame Saint. Their strength was not on the same level at all.
"Haha!"
When the Holy Son saw that the Fire Qilin was easily suppressed by him, a sense of invincibility welled up in his heart.
At this moment, he felt that the world was under his control.
Thus, he looked at Feng Hao even more coldly, as if he was looking at a dying man.
At the same time, all the ancient race cultivators in Huaxia were paying attention to what was happening on the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain.
The Duanmu Yang family's Saint was too powerful, so powerful that they were tempted.
After all, they all had a powerful God Clan standing behind them. If the God Clan's cultivators descended, they would be able to fight for more opportunities and resources for them.
Earth was no longer drained of Spirit Qi like before. It seemed to have returned to the most suitable era for cultivation.
"I don't think Feng Hao can make it."
"Yes, the Duanmu Clan's Saint is very terrifying. He's even more terrifying than the Immortal Sects. If they join forces, they might be able to fight against an Immortal Emperor."
"According to the information left behind by our ancestors, the Saint is indeed very powerful. He's an existence that surpasses the Immortal Sects, and a Sage King is equivalent to an Immortal Emperor..."
"Yes, that's the truth. Moreover, there are actually powerful beings above an Immortal Emperor..."
The ancient race cultivators were all paying attention to every movement here, but they did not show themselves. Instead, they chose to wait and see.
Under the background of the fortuitous opportunity, their thinking had also changed greatly. If Feng Hao could not show his overwhelming strength, they would make a new choice and compromise with a greater fortuitous opportunity.
"Feng Hao, do you have anything to say? Kneel down now and acknowledge me as your master. I can take you as one of my... "
At this moment, the Saint was also in high spirits, and his words were filled with undisguised humiliation. However, before he could finish speaking, he felt his vision blur, and suddenly, a sharp pain came from his abdomen. He looked down, and his pupils instantly shrank to the size of needles.
"This..."
The Saint's eyes were filled with fear, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. He discovered that a large hole had appeared in his body for no reason.
And now, he could not see any trace of Feng Hao. It was obvious that the one who caused such damage to him was Feng Hao.
Fortunately, his powerful strength allowed him to not lose his life as long as his vitals were not injured. In fact, his body was even recovering bit by bit.
However, the humiliation brought about by the heavy injury made this Saint feel extremely angry at the same time. He looked up at the sky and roared, "Die, die!"
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