"Kings and nobles, are they born any different?!"
Cao Erzhu let out a thunderous roar, shaking the entire Divine Relic three times.
Feng Yujin's hand trembled, almost tearing apart the newly forged body of Mo Mo.
His eyelid twitched uncontrollably as he resisted the urge to turn around and take out that foolish brute, and instead focused on the fusion of spirit flesh.
Fighting him was out of the question.
Although Feng Yujin was considered an old Holy Emperor, with the existence of the Master of the black and white veins, he understood roughly the level of the Ten High Nobles.
Despite being a Holy Emperor, he truly had no confidence to withstand the wrath of the infamous Kui Leihan, especially when he'd heard that the surname Cao had not even achieved sanctification.
"Saint..."
A Saint, is both the pinnacle and the beginning of the Path, differing from one individual to another.
