Xia Feng revealed his full strength, holding nothing back.
Of course, this pressure was directed solely at Leng Jun; others naturally felt nothing.
Leng Jun, who had initially been questioning, suddenly changed his expression drastically.
The power was terrifyingly alien to him, instilling a primal urge to prostrate himself, leaving him trembling with fear.
It was then that Leng Jun perceived the realm of this power.
Saint Emperor Great Perfection.
Yes, Saint Emperor Great Perfection, Leng Jun felt his perception was accurate.
(⊙o⊙)…
From initial indifference to shock, then confusion, and finally astonishment, Leng Jun’s expression shifted more rapidly than a changing visage.
As a Saint Venerable Great Perfection, he had once believed the strongest beings in this world were early Saint Emperors.
Saint Emperor, a distant term, a coveted realm.
The ultimate goal of every cultivator was the Saint Emperor realm. Leng Jun had already reached the current pinnacle of the Saint Realm; the next step was Saint Emperor.
While Saint Emperor and Saint Venerable differed by only one realm, this single step represented an insurmountable chasm.
Leng Jun had never imagined he would one day reach the Saint Emperor realm.
It was an impossible feat.
To break through to Saint Emperor no longer required cultivation talent or resources, but comprehension – the comprehension of rules and the power of the Heavenly Dao.
It demanded the unity of man and heaven, reaching an entirely new height.
In the eyes of a Saint Emperor, Saint Venerables were perhaps like toddlers babbling, not worth mentioning.
“Saint Emperor Great Perfection!!!” Leng Jun exclaimed in a somewhat uncomposed manner.
As if witnessing the most terrifying event in the world, his emotions remained indescribable.
He had just addressed a Saint Emperor Great Perfection expert with a questioning tone; Leng Jun felt he deserved to die.
Saint Emperor, what an immensely powerful being; no one could afford to be impolite to them.
Even himself, Leng Jun felt incapable of such disrespect.
Facing Xia Feng's pressure, Leng Jun’s face was filled with terror. He could not control his emotions or his body, falling to his knees and exclaiming with a trembling voice:
“Greetings, Saint Emperor.”
As he spoke, he lowered his head to the ground, daring not utter another superfluous word.
(⊙o⊙)…
Murong Xue’s eyes widened as she looked at her master.
Her master, who had always held a towering image in her heart, was now kneeling on the ground, appearing utterly terrified, addressing someone as Saint Emperor.
Xia Feng is a Saint Emperor?
This stunned Murong Xue.
It was utterly inconceivable; she had never imagined Xia Feng to be a Saint Emperor-level expert, a man standing at the pinnacle of the world.
No wonder Xia Feng had spoken of granting her freedom, of taking her to see the world.
It turned out Xia Feng knew everything, feared nothing, and with the guidance of a Saint Emperor expert, she could go anywhere she pleased.
Murong Xue felt a surge of emotion at that moment, a peculiar feeling blossoming in her heart.
She had met Xia Feng for the first time by inviting him to dine, and the return he offered was so immense.
Moreover, Murong Xue had clearly heard Leng Jun identify Xia Feng as Saint Emperor Great Perfection.
This was a realm bordering on the divine, wasn't it?
Murong Xue could not fathom such a realm.
Xia Feng looked at Leng Jun, who was prostrated before him, and slowly spoke, “For Murong Xue’s sake, I will not hold your disrespect against you.”
Leng Jun remained on the ground, not daring to make a sound. In his heart, Xia Feng was the Heavenly Dao.
After speaking, Xia Feng specifically glanced at Murong Xue:
“Her talent is excellent. I intend to take her on a journey for a period. Do you… have any objections?”