A beam of pale light radiated from the Heaven-Piercing Finger, and Li Tianming cleanly and decisively carried the two away.
What branch of the Xuanting imperial clan, what young prince of the Yan Clan—once they had chosen to force Li Tianming to a dead end, no identity would save them.
"Anyway, there's enough Origin Spirit Spring for a while now. Zi Zhen and Little Fish have a great tree to lean against, and I alone have no worries. If they push me too far, I'll just withdraw from the army and stop showing myself!"
Hadn't he been so eager to join the Primordial Imperial Army before because of the Origin Spirit Spring?
Li Tianming was no longer in such a hurry now. Naturally, everything had to be weighed against his own interests. A vast fortune had been delivered right to his doorstep—asking him to swallow his anger, bow and scrape, and suffer humiliation for the sake of peace was impossible.
Kill if you refuse to accept it!
"Time to reap the harvest."
Not even ashes remained of these two enemies, yet Li Tianming held all the wealth they had left behind.
Chen Ying was alright. As a Hundred-Arms Lieutenant, the wealth he carried was roughly equivalent to Sha Mo's—around three thousand Nebula Sacrifices, along with other cultivation resources and several sharp weapons.
But this young prince of the Yan Clan...
Li Tianming could only say that he had truly struck it rich!
The instant he opened the Sumeru Ring, his eyes lit up. Everywhere he looked was filled with these pale-blue, starlight-glittering Nebula Sacrifices. Within the Sumeru Ring, they formed a sea of Nebula Sacrifices all their own!
"As expected of a genius young prince. With such a deep foundation of wealth, carrying Nebula Sacrifices on him is purely for