The cultivators present were all shocked to the extreme.
This was definitely the most shocking day in all the years of their lives.
In comparison, everyone realized how insignificant they were, like mere ants.
For these ancient warriors like the Mad Saint, it seemed there was nothing they couldn't solve with a single punch.
Using just the body to withstand the Saint King's attack, without any harm.
Fists obliterating the power of the Sacred Decree unleashed by a strong contender of the Holy Realm.
A single strike gravely injuring a Holy Realm Saint King contender.
"What realm have the Mad Saints reached? Could it be that their cultivation has approached that of the ancestors from ten thousand years ago?" Feng Wuchen speculated, suppressing the shock in his heart.
"Brother Feng, what do you think? Should we kill them?" Mad Saint looked at Feng Wuchen and asked.
