Sidian stared at Salena Carpenter with a hint of surprise, but he soon redirected his gaze toward Ethan Smith.
"Now it's your turn."
He clapped his hands repeatedly, each strike surging forth with the robust spiritual energy of a True Saint Ninth Rank.
Ethan Smith's body instantly shattered. The hastily reassembled body he had formed was utterly incapable of withstanding this level of vibration.
"The Path of Heaven's refinement for a rank five body in the Holy Region—it's not something you filthy peasants could ever fathom. Even if you've reached the Ninth-Rank Realm, in my eyes, you're still no better than chickens and dogs."
Sidian scoffed disdainfully, recalling how more than ten True Saints from Purgatory had surrounded and attacked him earlier, yet none had been able to inflict even the slightest injury.
Ethan Smith's face grew grave. His fragile body meant he couldn't utilize Suo Lin or his Wind-Riding Boots anymore.