That palm crushed the head of a true saint like a divine Buddha crashing down upon the world!2

Everyone was aghast. 1

A true saint, who could condense saint dao laws, could live as long as the sky and earth, shine with the sun and moon, and was no doubt the pinnacle of existence in the world.2

But a true saint like Wu Xiutong not only had his wings torn off, but his head also split open!3

However, saints would not die so easily. 0

Almost instantly, saint light flowed around Wu Xiutong, and his head and wings were restored. But his face was much paler than before, and his strength and vitality was clearly impaired. 2

He was a saint!0

Almost all saints cultivated the three paths of physical training, qi training, and spirit training. Their lives were tenacious, almost close to immortality. 2

Otherwise, why else could the strength and spirit power of countless sages in this world survive thousands of years to this day despite the erosion of time?0

The power they controlled had long reached an astonishing level!0

“Little bastard!”0

Wu Xiutong roared like a berserk beast. His image had been ruined after being beaten to such a miserable...0