The protagonist, Xiao Fan, was originally a recent graduate in Chinese literature from university. His soul transmigrates to the body of a newborn baby who had just died in another world.
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Zi Qingyue felt regretful.
She has strong attack power and strong defense when hiding in the Donghuang Bell, but she is not as fast as the old man in green robe.
The old man in green robe fled at full speed and she couldn't catch up.
“Damn it!”
The green-robed old man looked gloomy as he walked away from the place.
He looked down upon the Jiuxuan Divine Realm, but he didn't expect to be attacked and seriously injured just after entering the Jiuxuan Divine Realm.
"A Quasi-Saint actually has such attack power. That big bell is at least a mid-Saint level treasure."
"Maybe there's more!"
There was a gleam of light in the eyes of the old man in green robe.
"Teleport."
"Teleport."
After several teleportations, the old man in green robe moved away.
He arrived at the space treasure.
There are two to three thousand saints in the green-robed old man’s space treasure.
There are tens of thousands of quasi-saints.
Among the two or three thousand saints, there are about twenty in the middle stage of sainthood, and the rest are all in the early stage of sainthood.
Nowadays, early-stage saints have been suppressed to the level of Divine Emperor.
Quasi-saints are only at the Divine Emperor level, and some quasi-saints with low strength are not even at the Divine Emperor level.
In the recent battle with Zi Qingyue, the old man in green robe did not let these strong men go outside. Even if they went outside, their influence on the battle situation would not be that great.
Twenty or so mid-stage saints' subordinates came to the outside world, and they only had the strength of quasi-saints. Ziqing could beat more than a hundred of them.
If he lets them out, it will be inconvenient for him to escape.
"Everyone, be careful. There is danger here. I was just attacked by someone who is at the early stage of Sainthood."
"You all need to take the time to adapt to the environment here."
The old man in green robe reminded the other strong men.
There was a cold glint in his eyes.
He was a late-stage saint, yet he suffered a loss at the hands of a quasi-saint. If this were to be spread, it would be a great shame and humiliation.
This revenge must be avenged!