It was an unprecedented moment, utterly astounding.
What realm had Zi Ji reached? What Tao had she cultivated?
Why was she so powerful?
That she could slay a late-stage Saint Realm expert with a mere raise of her hand was one thing, but she could even effortlessly suppress a Saint King.
They had no power to resist at all.
Many geniuses and powerful figures felt suffocated as they stared intently at the battlefield.
Cang Yun's mouth hung open. "Where exactly does she come from?"
Liu Changqing and Alan knew some things, but… Who knew if Zi Ji had another, hidden identity?
"Isn't this too exaggerated?" someone finally voiced.
"Fuck…"
"What happened?"
"Qi… what Qi?" an elderly man mused aloud. He then focused on the word the Saint King had uttered. It was 'Qi'.
At this time, Zi Ji spoke again, "It's a good thing I didn't bring you into the Wuji Sect; you're pathetic."
The geniuses were flabbergasted.
She actually called a Saint King pathetic.
