"Indeed, something has gone wrong with the Holy Sect, even the Holy Realm has been shattered, something unprecedented in billions of years."
The tall monk said softly with a laugh, his height reaching two meters, making the shorter monk next to him, who was actually not short at one meter seventy, look diminutive by comparison.
The two shared a striking resemblance, yet the shorter monk appeared younger, around twenty years of age, with a pale face, red lips, and a slender figure that hinted at femininity; the tall monk appeared to be just over thirty and more mature.
"Brother Puguang, are we going to lend a hand, or take advantage of the situation to eliminate them?"
The shorter monk asked, his gaze fixed on the grand battle of saints in the distance. His eyelids twitched slightly.
So many saints?
Nine supreme saints clashing!
