Once he became a saint, wielding the Chaos treasure, Yuan Hong's former prestige reemerged.
"Scum! All of you, prepare to die!"
With a long howl, Yuan Hong infused his essence blood into the Sea-suppressing Westward Staff and instantly bonded with it.
One sweep of the staff extended tens of thousands of miles, smashing several cultivators from the Baili Clan to death.
The power of the Late Holy Realm was not something a Manifesting Saint-level cultivator could withstand!
"Another damned Monkey!"
"A Holy Realm Monkey?"
"Can monkeys be this powerful?"
"How many monkeys does the Heavenly Emperor of Qin actually have?"
"This guy is at least in the Late Holy Realm!"
Millions of cultivators from the Baili Clan were filled with shock and doubt; someone in the Late Holy Realm was second only to the Nine Saint Lords, and among the massive army of the Baili Clan, only a few could suppress Yuan Hong in terms of realm.