Who Can Withstand a Single Strike of Mine?

Hu Yingmu's body was shrouded in a layer of dazzling light. Looking closely, the cultivators discovered that this was actually a precious robe. There were several glowing divine patterns on this robe, and it was as if heaven and earth were expounding some profoundly mysterious notion.

Hu Yingmu hadn't been able to resist the attack of the Great Saint because of his own abilities, but rather because of this precious robe!

In fact, this was much more understandable. If he truly had been that powerful, then wouldn't he have suppressed the Tranquil Heart Saint and the other Small Saint long ago?

"Hahahaha!" Hu Yingmu roared with laughter. "You people are nothing but a smattering of ants! Yet, you actually attempted to injure me? Where is your confidence coming from?"

'Audacious! How incredibly audacious! In any case, it's not as if you genuinely have the power to resist the attack of a Saint!'