After Li Tianming finished speaking, he glanced at Yueling Xi again and sneered, "Even your father personally begged for mercy. That just proves how useless you are. I thought you were something special, but you're just trash who bullies the weak and fears the strong."
The moment those words left his mouth, Yueling Xi bristled on the spot.
A hundred-thousand-year-old little imperial son, yet he acted like a street thug. After this exchange, Yueling Xi had subconsciously forgotten his status.
What kind of imperial son had such low-class bearing?
"Fight!"
Yueling Xi growled, suppressing all the surrounding discussion as he directly initiated the battle, setting off a wave of uproar.
His ten-thousand-meter body surged with disordered Eonic God power. Upon countless neutron particles, three disordered attribute powers emerged—lightning, fire, and vajra. These three powers were the signature of the Yueling Star Prison, each controlled by a corresponding Heavenly Emperor.
From this alone, Yueling Xi truly counted as a prodigy under ten thousand years old, close to Mushan Feng's level.
Radiance shone from his body, making him seem like a galactic war god. As he waved both hands, two longswords appeared in his grasp. Both swords gleamed with eternal golden light—one roiled with lightning, while the other burned with flames!
"A Grand Suppression God-class weapon! The Universe-Suppressing Flowing Flame Twin Swords."
Waves of envious voices rose from all around.
The disordered human race's methods of battle were relatively simple. Usually, they combined weapons with Eonic God Paths.
Yet the simpler something was, the purer and more refined it became. Thus, their mastery of Eonic God Paths was extremely high, their techniques having reached a realm of supernatural perfection.
"Little imperial son, one quarter-hour!"
Though Yueling Xi was enraged, he was still clear-headed. There was no need for him to actively attack