Under the imposing might, Yue Qinghuan was directly pushed aside, unable to move an inch, and could only watch helplessly as the powerful strike headed straight for Xue An, desperation filling her eyes.
For she knew better than anyone just how terrifying a Saint-level existence could be.
It's not even an exaggeration to say that with a mere thought, he could obliterate the entire Linglong City.
Even Song Moke, who had previously perished, though a Half-step Saint, bore the title of 'Saint,' yet was worlds apart from a true Saint.
Someone even compared the gap between a Half-step Saint and a Saint to that between a Half-step Saint and an ordinary person.
Thus, even in the vast heavens, those who become Saints are still extraordinarily rare.
In comparison, Xue An, a mere Half-step Immortal Venerate, was hardly worthy of mention.
This was why Yue Qinghuan felt such despair at this moment, closing her eyes, unable to bear watching anymore.
