He still stood there proudly.
Displaying the bearing that belonged to the Crown Prince of Great Qin.
However, at this moment, Zhao Feng could also clearly feel the might of a Saint.
"Saint…"
Zhao Feng inwardly sighed: "No wonder they say all beneath the Saint are but ants."
At this moment, a solemn expression appeared on Zhao Feng's face, as though he were reflecting: "With my current strength, I actually feel a sense of insignificance before this Holy Power. The gap… is vast."
"Unless my All Attributes ascend to ninety-nine thousand and reach Perfection, perhaps then, with such strength, I could battle a Saint—still needing to rely on Magical Treasures and the like—otherwise it's simply impossible to engage a Saint."
Zhao Feng thought to himself in the depths of his heart.
The might of a Saint is truly no empty claim.
This is genuine power—beneath the Saint, all are ants.
