"You...!"
Yuwen Zhushen glared at Li Tianming!
This brat had once been a stablehand disciple of the Liu Manor, a vassal of his Yuwen Ancient Clan. When he first arrived at the Imperial Ruins, he had been no more than a blade of grass. Yet in barely twenty years, he had not only climbed to this position, but even stepped on Yuwen Zhushen to make his name!
The rage in Yuwen Zhushen's chest nearly burned through his ribcage.
But once a man was defeated, his momentum naturally weakened by three parts. At such close range, meeting Li Tianming's blazing gold-and-black eyes, Yuwen Zhushen simply could not withstand that domineering sharpness. Ten thousand furious roars clogged his throat, yet not a word could force its way out!
It was as though Li Tianming's East Emperor Heavy Sword were pressed directly against his throat, making his tonsils ache while leaving him wide-eyed, speechless, and utterly stifled.
In the past, even Liu Fancheng would have had to bow and scrape before a young rising star of the Yuwen Ancient Clan like Yuwen Zhushen!
The gap in Yuwen Zhushen's heart was truly immense.
But what truly pained him was that Li Tianming's true body had defeated him in a one-on-one duel. Most painful of all, his thousands of years of painstaking Illusory God cultivation had proven laughable in this battle, like a thin membrane that tore at a single rip, enough to deal Yuwen Zhushen a crushing psychological blow!
In other words, he could accept defeat—but losing so miserably and wretchedly was disgusting enough to make him collapse. It was unbearable.
Yuwen Zhushen had just formed his retort, intending to change tactics and say that Li Tianming had offended too many people and would surely die young. Yet Li Tianming had already tossed him