One could imagine that he absolutely could not believe that a "baby" under thirty could instantly kill a ferocious demon like him.
He was a seventh-order Emperor!
Death had come too swiftly, too savagely!
Only his weapon, Sumeru Ring, and other relics fell together with the fragments of the astralship.
Li Tianming did not even need to pick them up.
Because this was his territory. Anything he wanted, no one could take away.
"Over eight hundred billion sentient lines—too fierce... Anywhere else, I'd at most be equivalent to an ordinary Emperor. But on my own turf, I'm absolutely the nightmare of the Heavenly Dao Xuan Clan!"
Instantly killing a seventh-order Emperor with one move filled Li Tianming with overwhelming confidence.
He had long sensed the power of more than eight hundred billion sentient lines; he had simply lacked an opponent to test them on.
"Though this strength is limited to a specific region, if the Heavenly Dao Xuan Clan wants to come fight me on my turf, don't blame me for scaring you out of your wits at less than thirty years old."
Upon the sun, Li Tianming could create miracles without limit!
That brief battle made his confidence soar.
"Blood Abyss War God!"
Li Tianming sneered and swiftly returned to the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb with Yinghuo and the others.
"How boring! Master Chicken hadn't even made a move before the enemy got instantly killed by the little brother. Boring!"
Yinghuo clicked his tongue and sighed.
"You really know how to put on an act. Without me, you couldn't beat anyone," Li Tianming said.
"Bullshit. Without me, you'd still be some cowardly little punk in Lihuo City," Yinghuo said.
"...!"
Everything before them showed just how important it had been for Li Tianming to consciously build the Tianming Dynasty and