"An ordinary Martial Saint should not have such strength!" Ling'er said with a frown.
Her background was extraordinary, and she had seen experts of these two cultivation levels in action before. Even though the disparity between the two was enormous, it made her seem like a celestial being in the mortal world.
However, that ordinary Martial Saint was not strong enough to casually point a finger and kill a third step Quasi-Saint who had already formed his Dao Foundation.
"En!" Lingyun slightly nodded his head, "To kill a Quasi-Saint with one finger, the ordinary Martial Saint would not have this kind of strength. He would at least have the strength of a mid or late Martial Saint."
Lingyun felt a chill in his heart. He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the dome of the stone palace. His gaze suddenly focused on a certain place, and there, there was another hole the size of a finger.
However, there was a finger sized black finger hole on the huge dome. It was as sharp as a needle and completely inconspicuous. If one was not paying attention, it would be extremely difficult to see it.
But the moment the three of them saw the black hole, all the hairs on their bodies stood up, and an indescribable sense of danger washed over them.
They seemed to see a scene of a devil shrouded in evil black aura appearing outside the stone palace. It pointed at the stone palace from afar and casually pointed at it.
This sturdy dome that was full of spirit inscriptions was penetrated, and then it annihilated the old man's life force.
That demon was too powerful! They were no match for him. If they were to face him now, the other party would not even need to make a move. With a single glance, their spirit bodies would shatter into pieces.
Ling Yun sighed for a while and suppressed his emotions. The current him was still too weak. To the demons, he was nothing, and could be easily destroyed.
Only when he entered the Martial Saint realm again would he be able to fight with the other party.
"What is that black pearl? How could it be so important to him?" Glimmers danced in Qin Feng's eyes as he stared at the black pearl.
A golden light flashed past Ling Yun's eyes, which were blazing hot. He softly said: "This is a powerful saint artifact!"
"Saint artifact!"
Qin Feng cried out in alarm and Ling'er was shaken. His eyes were burning as he stared at the unremarkable black pearl.
Although Qin Feng was the third young master of the Qin Clan and could be considered to have an esteemed status, he had never seen a true saint artifact before in his life.
Now, upon seeing it, his heart couldn't help but tremble.
As for Ling'er, her background was extraordinary. The Crimson Feather Sword in her hand was a saint artifact, but it was sealed away. However, no one would think that a saint artifact was too many for her to have.
"With the protection of the eight Soul Puppets, we are unable to approach them!" Ling Er bitterly smiled as she looked at the eight Soul Puppets that surrounded the green-clothed old man. A trace of unwillingness appeared in her eyes as she shook her head and sighed.
These eight Soul Puppets were too powerful. They were all Heavenly Soul Puppets, comparable to Martial Saints, giving her a sense of danger. With her strength, even if she had a saint artifact, she wouldn't be able to deal with one.
There was no need to talk about Qin Feng.
In the hall, only Lingyun could deal with it. However, he was only one person, and the other side had eight. Moreover, they were all Soul Puppets.
In a way, it was even harder to kill than a true Martial Saint.
Of course, the Heavenly Soul Puppet would not be a match against a true Martial Saint. After all, it was just a dead object without intelligence.
Although Ling Yun's combat power was strong, against eight, he had no chance of victory.
"These eight Soul Puppets were all refined using the body of a real person. After ten thousand years, their flesh and blood have already been destroyed. It's just that they were lifted up by the armor and are no longer a threat." Ling Yun slowly said.