"Young Master, I remember clearly that the Devilish Dao Saint took me before I fainted. How did you save me? Where is the Devilish Dao Saint?" Wutian Mo looked at Qingfeng Li with a face full of questions.
Smiling, Qingfeng Li explained, "I have destroyed the Forbidden Grounds of Headless Devilish Dao. I've also killed the Devilish Dao Saint. From this moment on, there will no longer be a Devilish Dao Saint on the Crimson Fire Continent."
Wutian Mo's jaws dropped so low that he could fit an egg in it. He was a ninth stage monarch realm master, and he was familiar with the powers of the Devilish Dao Saint.
Thinking back to his encounter with the Headless Demon Corpse, the latter was able to fix him to the ground with a mere glance, capturing him with a mere finger. How the hell did Qingfeng Li kill such a monster? Just how strong was Qingfeng Li?
Wutian Mo poked out his tongue, his face pale. "Young Master, are you now a Saint?"