78: The powerful Saint of Guixu, with the assistance of Jiuyun Taoist Temple.

After Saint Guixu finished speaking, an extremely powerful Aura erupted from within his body.

This Aura shook the heavens and the earth; the entire Jinghong Empire and even several surrounding Empires sensed this terrifying presence.

“Saintly Might! This is Saintly Might!”

Someone shouted in terror.

“How many years has it been? How many years has it been since the Aura of a Saint appeared in the Eastern Region? Who has provoked a Saint?”

“That direction! Let's go, quick, let's take a look. To see a Saint in action, it would be worth it even if I died.”

Many who didn't fear death immediately headed toward the source of the Aura, their eyes filled with fanaticism.

In their eyes, a Saint was a figure of absolute legend.

Among those who came to watch the spectacle, there were many experts of the Dao-Entry Realm. They wanted to witness a Saint's techniques and use the opportunity to gain insights into the Saintly Dao.

Though this wouldn't help much, it was still beneficial to learn a little more about Saints.

At this moment.

Inside the Falling Cloud Sect.

Immortal Master Yuhua looked upward with a calm expression, but his gentle eyes held a look of solemnity and lethal intent.

Ten years ago, he had successfully severed the Upper Corpse. For him, among the Three Corpses, only the Middle Corpse was the most difficult to overcome, while the Upper Corpse was relatively easier.

As a man of the Dao, he had cultivated his character since childhood and viewed matters of life and death with more detachment.

Since Su Chen had helped him in Severing the Middle Corpse, it meant he owed the Su Family a massive debt of Karma; it was only right that he should risk his life for them.

Therefore, no matter what, he had to protect the people of the Su Family.

Immortal Master Yuhua's Aura also spread out, confronting Saint Guixu in the sky, though his expression was solemn to the extreme.

Saint Guixu.

He had heard of this title; the man was the Old Ancestor of the Guixu Holy Land and a powerful Cultivator at the Late Stage of the Saint King Realm. He was even stronger than his own Revered Master, and Yuhua had no confidence in defeating him.

Around the Falling Cloud Sect, many people gathered. These were basically Cultivators at the Return to Origin Stage or higher, and even the old King Jinghong had arrived.

Mainly because the commotion here was simply too great, and since it was the territory of his Jinghong Empire, it would be inappropriate if he didn't show up.

“This is the Su Family!”

The old King Jinghong's eyes were full of gravity. How did they provoke a Saint?

“Hiss, a battle between two Saints... I have never seen such a thing in my life. Today, I can finally broaden my horizons.”

In the shadows, a Cultivator who had just broken through to the Dao-Entry Realm had eyes burning with excitement.

“That person... is actually the Old Holy Lord of the Guixu Holy Land. My Murong Family is a vassal of the Guixu Holy Land, and I was fortunate enough to see him once.”

“What? I heard that he broke through to the Saint King Realm a long time ago!”

“And look at the other Saint; his Aura is clearly much weaker. He's likely only at the Saint Realm and probably just broke through recently.”

“It seems this battle is already a foregone conclusion. This newly ascended Saint is certain to lose. But how did he manage to offend Saint Guixu?”

Many people were communicating in secret, their eyes filled with confusion.

In just this short time, nearly ten Dao-Entry Realm Cultivators had arrived. More were on their way from afar, and even many Cultivators who had been in secluded meditation appeared.

Who wouldn't want to observe a battle between Saints?

If one could catch even a glimpse of its essence, it could increase their chances of becoming a Saint.

Saint Guixu's eyes were cold. With a wave of his hand, the heavens and earth began to shake violently.

Immediately after, a giant palm appeared in the sky, at least ten thousand feet in diameter, containing infinite power as if it could destroy the world.

Looking up from below, it was like a Mortal facing a deity.

“A mere Saint dares to provoke this venerable one.”

Saint Guixu's voice rang out like a great bell.

Countless people saw this giant palm and felt their scalps tingle.

Even though its descent didn't seem fast, they felt like ants facing the heavens—there was no way to hide.

Immortal Master Yuhua's eyes were grave. This strike seemed slow, but he couldn't dodge it; he had to take it head-on.

He raised the Fly-whisk in his hand, and Saint Power poured out.

For Saint Guixu, this was just a casual strike, but Immortal Master Yuhua had to use his full strength to block it, and even then, he might not succeed.

Although there was only one Realm's difference between a Saint and a Saint King, at the Saint level, every minor Realm was a chasm, let alone the gap of a major Realm and several minor ones.

The next moment, a sword coalesced in front of Immortal Master Yuhua.

This sword was different from others; it was like a gentle breeze, without any sense of sharpness. One might even feel as though it couldn't harm anyone.

The longsword collided with the giant palm, and powerful Saint Power surged forth.

The already dilapidated Falling Cloud Sect became even more ruined, with almost no trace of its former self remaining.

Fortunately, Immortal Master Yuhua protected what was behind him, so the aftershocks didn't affect the Su Family. The Falling Cloud Sect Disciples were further away, so none died, though many were injured.

However, Immortal Master Yuhua's sword could not stop the giant palm and began to shatter inch by inch.

Those observing in the shadows couldn't help but shake their heads at this sight.

“It seems this Senior who just advanced to the Saint Realm is going to lose. What a pity, to perish right after breaking through.”

“A newly ascended Saint actually had the audacity to provoke a Saint King expert; he truly doesn't know the heights of the heavens or the depths of the earth.”

“I thought it would be a grand battle, but it's just a one-sided crushing. Boring, how boring.”

Many people had come specifically to observe a battle between Saints, but they hadn't expected Saint Guixu to end it with just one strike.

This left many who had made the trip quite disappointed.

Immortal Master Yuhua looked at the giant palm in the sky, his eyes solemn to the extreme.

The move just now was his full-strength attack. If a Middle Stage Saint Realm Cultivator had taken it head-on, they definitely would have suffered, yet it was so easily crushed by the opponent.

The gap between the Saint and Saint King Realms is just too large.

Immortal Master Yuhua wore a bitter smile. “Revered Master, I must trouble you.”

As his voice fell, a figure appeared out of thin air beside him. The newcomer looked like a young man, but his Aura was ancient and his dao rhyme was powerful.

Master Ziyang looked up at the giant palm in the sky. His Aura flared as he raised a hand to meet it, directly blasting the giant palm apart.

It was extremely easy and simple, not at all as strenuous as it had been for Immortal Master Yuhua.

Seeing this, everyone's pupils constricted.

There's another Saint.

No, a Saint King expert!

Saint Guixu's eyes narrowed. His expression became serious, losing his previous frivolous attitude.

The Saint Power within Master Ziyang was very strong, almost on par with his own.

Does the Su Family have such an expert backing them?

Soon, Saint Guixu's eyes burned with excitement again. Could it be that the Su Family's current state was all because of these two Saints before him?

However, he felt this possibility was low. Although a Saint King was powerful, they didn't possess the ability to create a Saint Body.

But even if it wasn't created by the two of them, it definitely had something to do with them. At the very least, these two definitely knew the truth...