"So strong!!" Someone felt surprised in the shadows.
"Stronger than Xiang Yuan by a margin. Indeed, as the closed-door disciple of that person, the most valued and most likely to become Martial Saint after him!"
"..."
Just as those voices were conversing in the dark.
Countless scattered stones suddenly halted in midair, followed by countless scarlet threads bursting from the rocky fragments, piercing through the void and linking to Fu Yuan Saint's clay body.
In just a moment, the previously damaged body restored to its original state.
It seemed as if the previous scene hadn't actually occurred.
"Fu Yuan, how about you retreat?" Xiao Wuque's voice echoed again.
"You know that's impossible!" Fu Yuan Saint looked down, grinned with a ceramic-like wide mouth, instantly revealing a terrifying arc.
"Then let me see what abilities the once True God of the Heavenly Court possesses!" As he spoke, Xiao Wuque's gaze became deadly, with piercing Qi filling his brows.
