Jiang Buyi's pupils constricted. After Mei Siren looked down, he was like a compassionate and calm Buddha emitting a power that made him feel fearful.
"What is going on?"
Jiang Buyi could not believe it. How could Mei Siren, a Sword Deity at the higher void level, could have such a will?
There were only two things a demi-saint feared, the power of the Holy Emperor and the ancestral source.
Could it be that what Mei Siren had displayed when he lowered his eyes was one of the two powers?
"Jiang Buyi, are you looking down on me because I have not become a demi-saint and without a Saint Statue?" After Mei Siren looked up again, there was a rage in his eyes.
In an instant, the blue hairpin that bound his hair broke. He floated into the air, his long hair fluttering. "if that's the case, you can't be more wrong!"
His hands formed sword fingers, and he formed a seal in front of his chest.
