Qi Yun was under 100, hence considered relatively young among other saints.
Half-Saints lived to be at least 200. Accomplished Half-Saints could even live up to 270 years.
A white holy cloud was floating above Qi Yun. A long river of Holy Qi merged from the cloud and condensed into a fist mark.
The fist strength flew across the sky, stirring up a powerful Qi force that shook up the surrounding air for a dozen kilometers.
Qi Qiankun nodded and showed a look of approval. He muttered under his breath, "Qi Yun do not treat this battle lightly just because of your opponent's cultivation. He is wielding a hundred percent of his strength. Looks like he has a rather steady disposition."
It was good practice not to treat one's opponent with contempt.