Unexpectedly, that young Saint Master possessed the means to shatter the Holy Land!
What truly pierced Him with sorrow was the near total massacre of the Kui Bull clan's descendants.
Thankfully, under the ancestors' protection, a single child remained, ensuring the bloodline was not severed.
He cursed inwardly: "To launch a sneak attack on My Holy Land, wounding Me gravely—such devious and treacherous scum does not deserve the title of Saint Master... unworthy of power, destined for death!"
"If he truly had courage, if he dared face Me directly, I would slay him within ten breaths!"
"What a pity that upon My return, I was severely injured. Otherwise, how could I have let him escape?"
"A heavenly opportunity missed—it is truly infuriating!"
The Great Saint of Beishan thought these things, his gaze now clouded in uncertainty.
He had ruled over the Holy Land for many years.
Throughout the years, fragmented ancient visions often emerged in His mind.
