"De... Demigod... No... He's stronger than a Demigod!"
Chan Shikong looked at Zhang Menglong, too shocked to speak, his body even trembling from this immense power.
As a Martial Artist of the Saint's third realm, Chan Shikong had spent his entire life pursuing the Demigod realm. However, on the entire Stigma Continent, Saints were already as rare as phoenix feathers, let alone Demigods. Despite a lifetime's efforts, he had never touched that realm.
Once, on the edge of the Sacred Earth Continent, he met a Demigod and even trained alongside him for thousands of years, living and eating with him. It was during this time he realized the vast gap between himself and a Demigod, an existence that could doom him with just a glance.
Yet, Zhang Menglong in front of him was even more terrifying than that Demigod. He could only sense that Zhang Menglong was far superior, but he couldn't even gauge how much stronger with his current realm.
