Li Tianming could lose his identity as a disciple of the Dao Master at any time and become a "serious criminal" of Myriadpath Valley. That was why he desperately pushed himself from a genius into a powerhouse.
Qitian Muchen did not have that same sense of urgency.
That was the essential difference between them.
Once they reached a battlefield of life and death, that difference in nature would create an enormous gap in their fighting convictions.
Li Tianming had completely grasped the mindset of this genius more than ten times his age!
He slightly raised his head, pointing the Infinitum Boundary Stele at Qitian Muchen. Qitian Muchen had already retreated against the wall, cold sweat pouring down his face as his legs trembled wildly.
Those women were even more pale with fright, screaming in a chaotic chorus!
They were afraid that saying the wrong thing would get Qitian Muchen killed, so they did not dare utter a single word.
Whoosh!
Li Tianming suddenly swung his sword!
All seven girls screamed on the spot, each of them weeping miserably.
However, what they saw was that Li Tianming's sword had merely severed Qitian Muchen's finger, and then he took the Sumeru Ring from him. He only removed the Yin-Yang Evilfire and Myriadpath Springwater from Qitian Muchen's Sumeru Ring, not even glancing at anything else.
After all, he could not use them.
"You're the son of Myriadpath Valley's Valley Master?" Li Tianming's black-gold sword gleam pointed at Qitian Muchen again.
Qitian Muchen had just been frightened pale. Now, he only dared nod. "Sir, Myriadpath Valley did not know that there were still survivors in your Yin-Yang Realm. We bear no ill intent. If you are willing, my father would be very interested in speaking with you. I can serve as an intermediary."
"Heh."