"Brother..."
Princess Youyou looked at the sixty-meter Astral God Origin, white as jade, staggered back several steps, and collapsed to the ground.
Of course she recognized Li Tianming.
Not much time had passed since their last cooperation. Youyou clearly remembered that Li Tianming had only been slightly stronger than her back then, yet now he was still a half-step Eonic God. With two helpers, he could even fight a sixth-order Eonic God?
One had to know, this was not the Devilsky Gods, whose true bodies were frail. This was the Warheaven Gods, the strongest in individual combat!
Her mind was utterly drowned in disbelief.
Yet what truly scared her out of her wits was that Li Tianming had already taken the Three-Life Love Sword from Weisheng Moran's hand. He clearly intended to kill Yuqing.
"Don't kill him!"
Princess Youyou let out a shrill, furious cry and charged toward Li Tianming, shouting sharply, "Don't kill him! Whatever it is, we can discuss it! We can keep cooperating!"
"Unfortunately, you had your Shadow-Chasing Rings on." Li Tianming's voice was cold and heavy.
As he spoke, his hands did not pause in the slightest. One of the Three-Life Love Swords in his hand suddenly stabbed into Yuqing's Astral God Origin. Yuqing cried out in pain at once, and a crack split open in that incomparably hard Astral God Origin!
"Youyou, run! Bring people here!" Yuqing roared, then snarled at Li Tianming, "Go ahead and kill me! My brothers and elders of the Eightfold Gods will sooner or later slaughter and enslave you mongrels! Your Yanhuang already lost so completely that not a single scrap remained. With only mongrels like you left, you think you deserve to contend with us?"
"Is that so? Too bad you won't live to see the fate of the