Qingting's Soaring Dragon Stele had been locked!
It was not only Yuwen Zhulin and Ye Yuqing; the other generals and strategists of the Soaring Dragon Army around them could all see it clearly.
It had been completely locked!
Everyone knew that black lock symbol all too well. Whenever a Eonic God Path they had set their sights on was suddenly claimed by someone else first, that symbol made them sick to the stomach!
It was a symbol no one wanted to see—unless they themselves had locked the Soaring Dragon Stele.
And now, the dragonfly-like Origin God Runes dancing above Li Tianming's head proclaimed that he was the master of Qingting!
How much time had this kid used in total?
Less than a quarter of an hour!
Such a miracle could no longer be described merely as shocking.
Because it had already shattered the worldview of every powerhouse present.
Before Qingting's Soaring Dragon Stele, the dead silence lasted for a long time. Everyone seemed frozen in time, yet stormy waves raged within their hearts.
Whoa!
Ye Yuqing's eyes were like storms over a vast sea, stirring up raging tempests. He suddenly stepped forward several paces, excitedly seized Li Tianming's hand, and gritted out, "Brother Li, how did you do it?"
Li Tianming remained utterly matter-of-fact. "Maybe I was born compatible with it. The moment I first saw Qingting's Soaring Dragon Stele, I felt that it had been waiting for me."
After saying that, he looked at Ye Yuqing. His hand was still being gripped tightly, so he said, "Brother Ye, I came halfway through and snatched away what you loved. I truly am sorry. Though I have an affinity with this Qingting Sword Dao, I still wasted thirty years of your time. My apologies."
"No!" Ye Yuqing still did not let