"You are too weak. If it weren't for the fact that you have decent potential, you wouldn't even be able to see my face."
Ji Qiankun said softly, smiling. In the path of the ancient holy emperors, many beings desperately seek to pledge their allegiance, yet this little bird seems unaware that its opportunity has arrived. Truly interesting.
Kong Xuan wiped the blood from his face, looking at Ji Qiankun with a wary expression.
He had never encountered such a powerful being before, and his spirit was in shock.
He gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you a saint?"
"A saint? You are not even qualified to carry my shoes!" Ji Qiankun said arrogantly, for he is none other than Wují, the transcendent saint of Chaos!
Hearing this, a massive wave of shock surged through Kong Xuan's heart. Surpassing a saint?
He couldn't help but weigh his options internally. He understood this was an opportunity, but his pride did not allow him to willingly subordinate himself to others.
