At this moment, Li Tianming was like a vicious ghost. Zhuoge and Taoying could not catch him. He appeared and vanished like a specter, and every time he appeared, another life was lost.
What star gods were immortal?
Before him, they simply died to the last one!
"Tell me, what the hell is a lowborn blood beastmaster?!"
"I, Li Tianming, am not even a hundred years old and came from a speck of dust, yet I can still slaughter you so-called noble geniuses of Myriadpath Valley!"
"Taking your lives is as easy as killing chickens!"
"Let me ask you—what right do trash like you have to flaunt your superiority before me? What right do you have to stand high above and sneer at me? Huh?"
"Under heaven, all living beings are equal! As those blessed with the highest gifts of life, if all your spiritual faith amounts to is showing off your superiority, bullying the weak with strength, and sucking the blood of all living beings, then all I can say is that your virtue does not match your position! What the fuck are you? You won't go far!"
Gold rings, black rings, ranks as rigid as a forest?
This was not the place where all paths converged that Li Tianming had envisioned!
Experts gathered like clouds, honoring only martial arts, with no distinction between high and low; they befriended one another through combat and truly pursued the pinnacle of the martial path!
That was the sacred land of martial arts in Li Tianming's heart!
"Myriadpath Valley, this is it?"
To put it bluntly, it was still the same game played by princes and nobles—except it was even more bloodsucking!
Thus, although Li Tianming had been influenced by malicious thoughts, they had merely been magnified. His reflections and disdain toward