"Little Li, who do you mean? That big bald guy?" Xianxian's spirit form hung around Li Tianming's neck as she asked.
"Bodhi?" Yinghuo spread his wings and smoothed his hair. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. He's the person who gives Empress Xi the biggest headache, and the only one in the Lunar Divine Realm who can disrupt her plans," Li Tianming said, his gaze darkening.
Only if Empress Xi was too occupied to pay attention to him would he have any hope of safety or survival.
"Are you planning to use the same old trick you used on the Yanhuang Continent?" Yinghuo asked.
"I can't borrow someone else's blade to kill this time, but if I can get them snapping at each other like dogs, it'll benefit me either way," Li Tianming said.
"True enough. This cat's with you!" Half asleep, Miaomiao listened vaguely for a while, rolled over, and went back to sleep.
"Bodhi has the Ghost God Clan behind him. Empress Xi has the moon gods. Behind me are the people of Yanhuang."
"Until now, the people of Yanhuang and I have been looking for a chance to survive in the cracks between them."
"I need room to breathe and a chance to save Xiaofeng amid the changing situation. The only way is to fan the flames and ignite a war between them."
Li Tianming spoke in earnest.
After seeing that blood pool, he had abandoned every illusion of peace.
"True. A person shouldn't have to wait until a sword touches their throat to realize they're about to die," Yinghuo said.
The skies seemed clear and the breeze gentle, but a fatal blow could come at any moment!
"The question is, how do we get them at each other's throats?"
Lanhuang swayed his two dragon heads, snapping at each