Feiyun had heard Monk Maitreya talk about this existence before. It was on the same level as the Grand Sovereign.

Ji Haotian looked at his broken saber still stained with ghost energy. They looked like black snakes latching on like leeches with a chilling aura.

“I haven’t seen the two lords from Sacred Palace but can still have a general estimation of their power. This lord of Peakless is not that far behind them.” Haotian said.

Feiyun only quietly listened.

“Just a claw avatar was enough to break my saber. Hmm, if I wasn’t wounded, maybe I would be able to fight against its true form.” He continued.

Haotian sounded proud yet lonely. His energy pulsed in a chaotic manner, from high to low. Something certainly happened to his body.

“That lord attacked...