"Erlang Manifesting Saint?"
Dead Road stroked his chin and muttered, his heart scoffing, "What a pompous title... even more resounding than mine..."
Yang Jian propped his right hand on his knee, trying to rise, while the black light emanating from his forehead grew ever more intense.
At this moment, he was lost in a myriad of memories from the past, as the dao fruit within him spun wildly, and his divine power began to run amok.
The ground beneath his feet started to shake violently, and the surrounding spiritual energy surged towards him at a speed that left the disciples of the Holy Sect dumbfounded.
"What's this?"
Grand Immortal Changde's eyes widened, and both the ancestor of the Azure Dragon and Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor also lost their composure.
Is this man about to cross tribulation?
Half Holy crossing tribulation!
A saint!
The three saints felt hysterically incredulous—how could someone severely injured possibly cross tribulation to become a saint?
