"Don't get cocky, boy! Even if you have acquired wealth today, you won't have the life to spend it! Just wait, the saint of our Zhao family is about to arrive! The moment our family's saint descends, will be your time of death!"
Zhao Xiong bellowed furiously as he watched the wealth inside the spatial ring being taken away.
He had to wait now! Wait for the moment when the saint of the Zhao family descended.
Once the saint of the Zhao family arrived, defeating Chu Fengmian would be a piece of cake.
No matter how strong a martial artist of the Controlling Wind Realm was, they couldn't possibly be a match for a saint.
"Is that so? Even if the saint of your Zhao family descends today, he will still have to kneel!"
Chu Fengmian's expression was extremely calm.
Even upon hearing of the saint, his expression remained unchanged; to Chu Fengmian, a saint was nothing to be feared.
Saints who had died at the hands of Chu Fengmian were more than just one or two.
