The First God of Ten Thousand Ages
Chapter 3968

Fifty Thousand Years Sharpening the Sword

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This was a woman!

At the first glance alone, Li Tianming was deeply shaken.

She appeared upon the platform, floating in the air. A black-and-gold gown draped around her, adorned with starlight stretching over a thousand meters, as though she wore an entire river of stars. Though she was an Eonic God, the colors belonging to a human had not vanished from her delicate body. Willow-leaf brows, bright eyes, teeth white as snow, jade-like fullness, snowy skin tinged with starlight—warm and soft. Her crimson lips shimmered with starry hues, and her jade-white legs, hundreds of meters long, were even longer than Li Tianming was tall. She could casually step right over his head...

"Little sister, hit him! Beat him down and make him eat my fruit!" The savage-looking man from before emerged from behind her and pointed furiously at Li Tianming.

Li Tianming's head began to ache.

The black-skirted woman's oppressive presence was indeed powerful. Her profound eyes also made it impossible for Li Tianming to discern her attitude toward him. He could only cup his hands and say, "Junior Lin Feng greets Senior. If Senior is of the Yanhuang Nether Clan or the Yanhuang Divine Clan, then Junior may have some connection with you."

"The Yanhuang Divine Clan?" The woman lowered her head slightly, her voice faint and distant. "We have nothing to do with them."

"Nothing to do with them?" Li Tianming froze slightly.

"That's right." The black-skirted woman gave Li Tianming a deep look. "You've taken quite a few good things. Since you're still somewhat pleasing to the eye, I won't hold it against you. Once you leave, I advise you to depart the Ancestral Realm as quickly as possible. Otherwise... life and death will be left to fate."

"Pleasing to the eye?" Li Tianming did not

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