"If we have the assistance of a Sword Saint like yourself, Senior Brother Fu can maximize his strength."
The misty figure looked behind Du Yu, at the stunning figure gently stroking the Deer Head: "This Saint far surpasses an ordinary Demon Saint.
Is there any challenge left in this world for people like you?"
"Yes, and there are many." Du Yu nodded emphatically, "Sword Saint, you've stayed here too long and are unaware of the changes outside.
The Great Xia of today is not stable; ancient artifacts are appearing one after another, and the Bottomless Civilization is glaring covetously.
Similarly, there are Supreme-level beasts like Qingci waiting for us to conquer."
Misty Figure: "Supreme."
"Yes." Du Yu nodded slightly, "A level above the Demon Saint, we call it Supreme."
Cold Lake Sword looked at Qingci's figure, then anthropomorphically lifted its head to observe the enormous dragon head blocking out the sky.
