Bab 1157: Detterence

He had destroyed a Saint with a single finger.

Saint Xihua watched the figure disappear in the air. His eye twitched slightly, but he was not as agitated or angered as one might imagine. He calmed down after a momentary flutter in his heart, and he looked at the magnificent figure before him.

When Rain Saint had become a Saint, Ye Futian was nothing more than a minor figure.

He remembered those days. That was when XIhua Sacred Mountain had held the Nine States Forum.

Ye Futian, who was still a Noble level cultivator, had brought the destitute people from the Holy Zhi Palace in the Barren State. After missing so many forums, they had finally come to participate in that one.