The Only Foundation for Existence Is Strength

Silent in arrival, elusive in departure—a true enlightened monk.

The clash between two saints should have been cataclysmic, yet the sky at this moment remained clear, without a trace of battle.

Even the Eastern Barren Land city failed to register any disturbance, its experts oblivious to the commotion.

This further emphasized the might of the saints, who had reached an otherworldly state.

Creating an extraterritorial battlefield with a mere gesture, concealing all traces of energy, left a profound impression on Fang Xiu.

Standing outside the battlefield earlier, he couldn't sense any fluctuations within.

"This old monk is truly extraordinary, Young Master, how do you know such a divine being?"

Bai Zhan inquired.

Even Dragon Overlord in the divine palace found it perplexing.

Fang Xiu, a Marquis of Guanjun from a mundane nation, just stepped into the martial world, and he didn't even recognize a Flying Realm expert, let alone a saint.