"Lin Feng, I truly underestimated you. I never expected your true cultivation to be at least eighth-level Lesser Celestial Star Realm. I never expected the clan genealogy barrier to make a mistake either... After all, you are already a hundred years old. Having this cultivation is perfectly normal, and you can no longer be called a discarded son. However! Today's outcome will not change. Only those with true talent are worthy of being the direct descendant of the clan."
After Lin Xiuzhu finished speaking, he pointed his sword at Li Tianming.
Of Li Tianming's lifebound beasts, only Yinghuo and Miaomiao remained—one on his shoulder, the other atop his head—glaring at Lin Xiuzhu.
The others were helping his wives.
Of course, there was also the Primeval Illusory God!
"Finished?"
At the moment when countless hearts were boiling over, Li Tianming casually asked those three words.
"Heh."
Lin Xiuzhu did not waste any more breath.
Bearing the hopes of the second branch, he charged at Li Tianming like a dragon-slaying warrior charging an evil dragon.
This time, Li Tianming had no Jiang Feiling. Even his lifebound beasts were incomplete!
This duel could hardly be called fair.
Yet Lin Xiuzhu no longer dared to fuss over it or let him recall all his lifebound beasts to fight together.
"They've clashed!"
"I want to see how Lin Feng can hold on without defeat without that Illusory God monster!"
"What method did he use before? He never showed a Lesser Celestial Star Chart? Is he really eighth level?"
At a hundred years old, eighth level was not quite the level of an Infinity-class genius, but he truly could not be considered trash.
Therefore, if anyone still looked down on Li Tianming and believed Lin Xiuzhu could crush him like a vegetable, then there was simply