With that, when Yan Wudao and Li Tianming faced each other, needle against wheat awn, people inexplicably sensed an extreme similarity between them.
It was as though Li Tianming was Yan Wudao's "version with a face."
Perhaps the thing least alike about them was Yan Wudao's black explosive afro and Li Tianming's flowing white hair.
Yan Wudao could clearly see the six words above Li Tianming's head: "Violetglory Star Celestial God Group."
To them, this was already an unforgivable provocation.
Shen Wufen and Chi were both burning with rage, viciousness breeding within them.
Yan Wudao, on the other hand, remained fairly calm.
His voice was deep and weighty, making every word seem as heavy as a mountain. It easily pressed upon others' hearts, landing blow after blow like massive hammers. That, too, was a kind of talent.
He asked Li Tianming, "Li Tianming, can you stop making trouble now? Let's go straight back to the solo battle area and have a fight. Then this farce will be over. Everyone's time is precious. Overindulging in the attention of the masses is also a kind of malice toward the audience."
Li Tianming's conflict with the Heavenly Dao Mysterious Clan geniuses should have been properly concluded by him alone.
"I had originally planned to do exactly that. But unfortunately, shameless people like Chiyu Zang left me unable to see any hope of advancing. Since the Heavenly Dao Mysterious Clan can arbitrarily stop others from entering the Level Six Qingxu Battlefield, I can only avoid him as much as possible. Now, I think this place is quite good. After all, over there, whenever you people decide to lose your shame, it only takes one person to come up and block me. But here, five people have to lose their shame together. That's quite a