The other party clasped his hands behind his back, watching Li Tianming with an amused expression.
"You chased after me like your life depended on it, like a lapdog. How laughable." Fu Xun did not open his mouth, yet Li Tianming heard his voice.
He remembered. This was telepathic communication.
Little Six was using telepathy to mock him?
To be honest, Xianxian and Ji Ji bickered every day. These Primordial Chaos Giant Beasts all had personalities of their own, and Li Tianming had long since gotten used to it.
Now they kept calling him Little Li and things like "my little brother." It was nothing unusual anymore.
And today, there was even "lapdog."
Li Tianming could only think, Damn it, I'll count this as your rebellious phase. Otherwise, I'd have slapped you already.
His emotions had long since calmed down.
"Fu Xun" faced him without any courtesy. He drew a small ice-blue sword and held it in his hand.
Though the sword was small, the cosmic source within it was terrifying. The moment it appeared, the surrounding temperature plummeted.
This was a Minor Tianjun-grade divine artifact.
It was called—the Frost Xu Sword.
The Frost Xu Sword danced between his fingers, as nimble as a bird. Even if the cold gleam on its blade only flashed for an instant, it could not conceal its sharp edge.
Holding the Frost Xu Sword, Fu Xun pointed it at Li Tianming. Without opening his mouth, he continued through telepathy, "So, you think you're strong? That you're some child of fortune, right?"
"Why are you using telepathy to speak to me? Does that mean you have things you fear too?" Li Tianming did not answer his question, instead asking a new one.
He suddenly recalled that when they had met before, Fu Xun's opening line—"great