But under this sword strike, even Prince Zhen Nan, a God Lord at Creation Peak, possessing three Old God's Magical Objects and the might equivalent to a Human Martial Saint, felt an incomparably strong sense of threat.
Moreover, the utilization of the blade's glow—condensing, dispersing, even vanishing—was accomplished with just a thought, an inconceivably high level of mastery.
"The Saint Master, endowed with the Human Clan's Great Luck, remains unharmed even in such a deadly ambush."
Prince Zhen Nan couldn't help but express his heartfelt admiration.
Yet as his voice fell, a mocking laugh was heard from the nearby White Ape: "My lord has cultivated tirelessly, practicing day and night for years, to achieve such skill. And you dismiss his efforts as mere Great Luck?"
"Cutting down great enemies this time is true skill, genuine strength, not some stroke of fortunate luck!"
