"Other than 'freak,' what other words could possibly describe this disciple of mine?"
Lin Xiaodao sprayed out a torrential rain of wine, then stood with his hands on his hips and burst into laughter.
Hiss!
Only then did many people awaken from their shock, unable to help drawing in a cold breath.
"First Astral Realm, defeating the Seventh Astral Realm—and Lin Yixuan at that, one of the very best within his realm... Does this count as unprecedented through the ages?"
"At any rate, there's no record of anything like this in the history of the Infinitum Mundus!"
"Godly! I'm convinced! I have no choice but to be convinced!"
"Lin Feng! He is absolutely the greatest prodigy in the history of our Infinitum Mundus!"
In this world where martial prowess reigned supreme, strength was the most effective means of conquering others.
Next came bearing!
If one possessed both strength and bearing, then even if Li Tianming was Lin Mu's son, it would be difficult for others to face him with their former attitudes.
Now, these seventy thousand astral gods, along with the millions of Tenth Sword Vein gods gathered nearby, were all shaken by Li Tianming.
Their eyes shone with admiration, envy, and even pride.
"Awesome! You've made history!"
Lin Xiaodao said with a laugh.
"I wouldn't dare."
Li Tianming answered modestly.
"Don't be bashful. You're just that damn awesome!"
"That's right!"
"Even setting aside this freakish ability to fight above your level, someone around a hundred years old defeating the Seventh Astral Realm has never happened in the Infinitum Mundus!"
The seventy thousand astral gods all talked over one another, turning the place into a noisy jumble.
The Sword-Washing Palace was exceptionally lively.
Taking advantage of the festive atmosphere, Li Tianming smiled at the crowd and said, "Everyone, I came