Zhang Ziyu was incredibly frustrated. What happened to the protection they promised? The family sent Zhang Xiaoqing, and now he's left. Sigh! If a conflict really breaks out later, I don't know if Ping can handle it. After all, this isn't the Southern Diaspora! He was a bit panicked.
Still, he steeled himself and walked over.
Behind him, Chen Pingping appeared calm, looking into the distance at those three figures. Each emanated a powerful fluctuation of aura.
Three Saint Kings.
Seeing this, he was filled with emotion. In the Heaven Martial Continent, a single Divine King was enough to sweep away all opposition. Yet here, Saints were a dime a dozen.
Even young people had reached the level of Saint King.
Isn't the gap too big?
