"Go."
Lin Jianxing headed বাইরে, gesturing for Li Tianming to follow him.
He had said it before.
He would take Li Tianming to the "Ten Thousand Swords Divine Mausoleum" and have him "make an appearance" during the Sword God Lin Clan's collective ancestor worship.
It was today!
That single word, "go," carried pressure, dominance, and coldness, leaving Li Tianming no room to refuse.
If Li Tianming did not cooperate, then he would be dragged along.
Strength was the fundamental rule of this world.
Those suppressed by others in strength had no right to speak.
"It's fine. There will be many people at the Ten Thousand Swords Divine Mausoleum. Life and death won't be decided by one person alone. There may actually be more of a chance there."
"Mm."
Li Tianming definitely had to go.
The question was whether Jiang Feiling and the others, along with the Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb, should go or stay.
That would depend on Lin Jianxing's intentions.
Lin Jianxing noticed this as well.
He turned back, swept his gaze over Jiang Feiling and the others, and asked, "Who are these? Your women?"
"Yes." Li Tianming nodded.
To be honest, Jiang Feiling and the others' lives were now in Lin Jianxing's hands as well.
"If he tries anything, then I can only use the second Consciousness God Dao Tribulation, along with Ji Ji and Ling'er's 'Annihilation,' and Little Fish's Illusory God, 'Great Way Thousand Words.'"
Li Tianming prepared himself for a final desperate battle.
Everything on his mind was a method for risking their lives.
By Li Tianming's judgment, Lin Jianxing was no stronger than Gongshu Ding.
Before Gongshu Ding, no method would have worked.
But before Lin Jianxing, there was still a sliver of hope.
It would depend on Lin Jianxing himself!
From the perspective of