Li Tianming deliberately slowed down, letting them see a glimmer of hope that they could catch up to him—then making them roar in despair again.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The originally rather tranquil Myriadpath Valley was blasted into a cacophony by their divine abilities and Illusory Gods. Firelight and starlight scattered everywhere, drawing countless sidelong glances.
Of course, gold-ring disciples suppressing black-ring disciples was commonplace in Myriadpath Valley. Basically, no one cared. If someone died, someone would naturally seek revenge. Once they fought until nearly everyone was dead, Myriadpath Valley could replenish itself with fresh blood.
"You little bastards are too slow. You're just no good. Is your bloodline too low-grade? One day, I'll have to breed you all again myself," Li Tianming mocked mercilessly.
One by one, those heaven-defying prodigies with supreme bloodlines flushed crimson, their faces twisting grotesquely.
Li Tianming could not even be bothered to learn who they were.
He admitted that this group was very strong. A considerable number of them were opponents he could not defeat for the time being.
However, his Five Directions Thunderbolt was fast. That was simply a fact!
In the alien abyss, even the two-level Foundation Realm "Heavenly Ghost Saint Devil" could not catch him. These thirty-odd people had no Foundation Realm cultivators among them. They were purely wasting their effort.
Yet after Li Tianming provoked them, they simply refused to give up. They would not rest until they were dead!
As a result, Li Tianming could only keep being toyed with by Li Tianming and humiliated. One dignified gold-ring disciple after another was enraged into acting like wild beasts, howling as they chased after him.
"Have you noticed? The way your faces are redder than ever—you're starting to look more and more like a pack of stray dogs fighting over dung."