Everyone’s cheers echoed with Tian Xuanzi as they headed towards the Sword Sect. Saints were fast and already a thousand miles away from the Sword Sect when the sun reached the sky.1

Tian Xuanzi sat on the Golden-Purple Dragon Throne with the three holy lands’ sect masters and Black Mountain’s Seven Saints beside him. Behind them were the Great Saints, Saint Sovereigns, and Saints from the various forces, not to mention countless Quasi-Saints. It was hard for Quasi-Saints to join the battle between Saints, and they could only cheer to increase their morale.0

It was hard to see a Saint before the Blue Dragon Record. But after the Blue Dragon Record, the spiritual energy in the world became dense, and Saints began to appear in public, and Saints were no longer rarely seen. Even so, it was rare to see so many Saints together.0

“Isn’t this too unfathomable?”0

“I didn’t expect there to be so many Saints even after sensing their aura earlier.”0

“Even an Emperor would have a tough time dealing with so many people, right?”0

“Emperors can easily kill ordinary Saints, but there are too many experts amongst the Profound Sky Sect’s party. Which one of the Black Mountain’s Seven Saints isn’t at the pinnacle of Great Saints?”1

“I heard that the Heavenly Sever Great Saint once exchanged ten moves with an Emperor and survived, thus becoming...0