"That looks like the incarnation of a demi-saint. No, there is no Holy Power fluctuation. Instead, it looks like a..."
Xi pondered over this for a long time, but he couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe The Divine's form.
In the end, the word 'virtual image' popped up in his mind, but he quickly shook his head and rejected the idea.
What a joke!
As he looked at the completely shattered Changle Street and the corpses of his companions around him, Xi remained silent for a long time.
He recalled the conversation he had with his Teacher when he learned the sword.
"Teacher, in the same realm, who can be said to have the strongest combat strength on the continent?"
"There is no strongest."
"What about you?"
"I'm not as good as Bazhun'an."
"Impossible! But I will take this seriously. If you say so, then Bazhun'an should be the strongest?"
"He's not the strongest."
