Davis went speechless.
How can a Primarch be like this? His image of Primarch-level characters was falling apart. Even earlier, he managed to kill them like he was killing ants.
It was kind of troubling since in the cultivation world, just one level of absolute difference from the opponent could mean death in a single strike. These individual Primarchs, whether they were rogue cultivators or subordinates to a higher power, not to mention having lived for millions of years, simply weren't able to match his speed and strength.
He was aware he was too powerful, but he felt Exalts and Primarchs were existences rarely ever seen, even in Upper Realms, since Myria didn't meet any during the time she lived, but here, they were present in droves.
