Boom boom boom!
The Thousand Words of the Great Dao, Eternal World City, all kinds of ten-thousand-star divine beasts...
And then Li Tianming drew the Eastern Emperor Sword, invoked the Demon Heaven Arm, and held a sword in each hand. His white hair flew wildly as he stood at the very front of the battlefield, with Jiang Feiling darting around him like an elf, following him like a shadow.
The sight alone was, honestly, magnificent.
Truly, incredibly magnificent!
In everyone's eyes, Lin Feng and his one wife and two concubines had displayed so many varied and complex methods that, at least in terms of spectacle, they did not look like useless trash at all.
Especially their bearing.
Setting cultivation aside, even Lin Xiuzhu could only be considered a boy next door in front of him.
And Li Tianming was an emperor with white hair, a black arm, and golden-black dual pupils.
A golden Eastern Emperor Sword in one hand and a black one in the other—the sun, moon, mountains, rivers, lands, and state all lay in his grasp!
Boom!
The Taichi Illusory God, absent for a long time, rose into the sky. A white nine-layered tower stood proudly above his head, shining with radiant glory.
What did a Li Tianming like this lack, other than a slightly lower cultivation realm and being "a little older"?
To be honest, many from the second branch could not bear such a contrast.
They had genuinely been frightened, yet refused to believe it in their hearts. Thus, they could only use his greater age and lower realm to suppress all those strange thoughts, still choosing to regard Lin Xiuzhu as the hope of the second branch.
"Xiuzhu! Make your move."
Lin Bei's stern voice came from outside the Boundless Dojo.
"Oh."
This feeling had