Huang Zhentian almost peed himself. Saint Emperor Great Perfection realm?
Others said he hadn't encountered it; he hadn't even heard of it, especially from someone so young.
The moment Xia Feng made his move, he had already sensed the boundless Saint force within Xia Feng's body.
This was the Saint Emperor Great Perfection realm. Others might not be able to sense it, but he could. After all, he himself was at the Saint Venerable Great Perfection realm.
At this moment, Huang Zhentian had only one thought in his mind: he was definitely going to die.
How could he make Xia Feng forgive him? Otherwise, he would surely perish.
Huang Zhentian immediately knelt on the spot and kowtowed twice, hurriedly apologizing, "Your Excellency Saint Emperor, I am sorry. I was blind and offended you. Please spare my life. I will serve you like an ox or a horse in the future."
Circumstances were stronger than people. How dare he, Huang Zhentian, have any other thoughts? He knew very well.
If Xia Feng decided to attack him, it would be a matter of minutes to crush him.
If he had to deal with an early-stage Saint Emperor, he might have had a sliver of hope.
That would be the hope of escape.
This was Saint Emperor Great Perfection!
When he witnessed Xia Feng's strength, his heart turned to ash.
This was not a contest on the same parallel line; the difference in strength could not be compensated by anything.
Although Huang Hao had turned into a mist of blood, the few people he brought were still standing there watching.
When they saw Huang Zhentian kneeling and kowtowing, shouting "Saint Emperor," the timid ones were scared to death.
A Saint Emperor! And they had offended him firsthand.
Unfortunately, the main culprit was already dead, not even a speck of dust left.
However, these people were truly terrified, knowing they would be held accountable later.
So, the timid ones simply fainted from fright.
Xia Feng looked at Huang Zhentian, who was desperately kowtowing, and showed no intention of letting him go.
Letting someone go depended on the person. For cultivators with malicious intent who harmed ordinary people, he would kill as many as he found.
Huang Zhentian's existence only caused others to live in misery. Such people did not deserve to live in this world.
Xia Feng's face was devoid of any pity. He spoke faintly, "You want to be my dog? You are not qualified. Killing you is eliminating a menace to society."
Seeing that Xia Feng had no intention of sparing him, Huang Zhentian's eyes darted around. He grabbed several people from his sect and threw them towards Xia Feng, then instantly fled into the distance.
This was his only chance. Huang Zhentian shot out into the distance like a cannonball.
Huang Zhentian poured all his strength into his escape, holding nothing back.
If he dared to hold back his strength at this point, Huang Zhentian would truly be out of his mind.
Xia Feng looked at the people flying towards him and flicked his finger. They instantly turned into a mist of blood.
Then, Xia Feng's figure disappeared. A moment later, he reappeared in front of Huang Zhentian.
Unfortunately, despite Huang Zhentian's all-out escape, to the point of almost spitting blood, Xia Feng instantly appeared before him.
Huang Zhentian's face turned deathly pale. At this moment, he truly understood that the gap between him and Saint Emperor Great Perfection was as vast as the ocean and the stars.
"Your death is entirely your own doing."
After speaking, Xia Feng locked onto Huang Zhentian with his aura. Huang Zhentian felt as if he could not breathe.
It was mainly due to fear. Feeling that death was imminent, his inner panic was uncontrollable.
After all, he had painstakingly cultivated to the Saint Venerable Great Perfection realm. He was a renowned figure in the entire Saint Realm, and a considerably powerful one at that.
He enjoyed the respectful gazes of countless people.
To reach his level was like finding a phoenix's feather in the Saint Realm.
Day after day, he enjoyed the adoration and flattery of countless people, living a life at the pinnacle of the pyramid. Who would want to die?
No matter who it was, no one would want to die like this.
"Spare me, spare me." Huang Zhentian's voice was laced with sobs.
His Saint Venerable Great Perfection aura had vanished completely. Now, he resembled a frail old man desperately seeking the last glimmer of hope for survival.
"When you killed others, when your grandson cruelly harmed ordinary people and bullied men and women, did you ever consider that this day might come?"
"Let me answer for you. You certainly didn't. Because you felt you were already at the peak of the world and could do whatever you pleased."
"You have brought this upon yourself. Rest in peace and be a good person in your next life."
Xia Feng retracted his palm. Before Huang Zhentian could even cry out, he followed in his grandson Huang Hao's footsteps, turning into a mist of blood.