I really don't understand how someone like him could become a saint. Isn't it better to let the peak master of the Sword Peak, Althea, remain the saint?
"Haha, Seraphina, it seems I didn't teach you enough when I crippled you a few days ago," Ethan sneered, mockery thick in his tone.
"You're just a waste in the Tribulation Transcendence realm. Who gave you the courage to speak so boldly?"
"Lyralei?" Ethan's eyes narrowed, a trace of contempt flickering through his expression.
"It's absurd. You can invite Lyralei to come to Noble Sun City. Do you think she's dare to speak loudly?"
Listening to Ethan's taunts, Seraphina's anger surged.
Her realm was not high—yet how strong could Ethan be?
If you do not reach Mahayana, you'll become an ant in the end!
Ethan and she, they were just ants—fifty steps apart, yet both sneering at each other's insignificance.
Moreover, the other top-tier geniuses in Skyreach Territory—they weren't that strong, merely cultivating longer than her.
