Every Saint King is a force at the level of a Celestial King Martial God.
Their existence is precisely the foundation of the Edifis Religious State and the Blood-Colored Sanctuary. If the Emperor Realm does not appear, and their Thirteen Holy Kings were to awaken together, it would be enough to sweep across the Blue Star, purging nations.
Standing before Ye Qingzhou at this very moment is the Seventh Saint King of the Blood Race — Salmas, the Curse of the Throat.
Most unsettling is his helmet; the faceplate is completely transparent, with three floating eyeballs inside, reflecting patterns of Life, Knowledge, and Good and Evil respectively.
"Blood God's watchdog?"
Ye Qingzhou's Infinite Sword took on a frosty hue, "This false garden ought to fall."
Salmas laughed heartily. Although his lips had long been sewn shut with thread, the shriek of his spirit still caused ripples in the space.
He removed his helmet, revealing his true face.
