Release him!
Release who?
The spectators hurriedly returned to the Guan Zizai Realm and stared wide-eyed. Clearly, the one Weisheng Moran wanted Li Tianming to release had to be the ball in his hand.
Anyone could tell it was an Astral God Origin!
A white one!
Who was he?
You could figure it out with your fingernails—he had to be Mu Baiyi, the Chaos Godson of the Divine Tomb Supreme, at the Fate Eonic God stage!
The victor had been decided!
Li Tianming was completely unscathed, while Mu Baiyi had been beaten into a ball and captured under someone's control. He even needed Weisheng Moran to beg for mercy in regret!
To be fair, although people had not seen the real battle, and even the sounds had later been sealed away by Li Tianming, those scenes of a youth turning the tide and defying heaven to slay a god had already played out in their imaginations!
In this story, Mu Baiyi was undoubtedly a backdrop and a tragedy. Even the cold-hearted woman Weisheng Moran had suffered a crushing blow to her heart and been slapped in the face. The sole winner was Li Tianming, the youth once abandoned!
The two-hundred-year pact, ascending the Divine Tomb Sect, the ultimate face-slapping!
This story had a beginning and an end; everything followed naturally!
Boom—!
After only an instant of dead silence, an unbelievable wave of violent sound swept across the entire territory of the Divine Tomb Sect.
"An eighth-stage Chaos Eonic God defeated a Fate Eonic God? How many levels did he cross? Five levels plus an entire major realm!"
"My heavens, what kind of mythical miracle is this? At least in Xuanting, it has never happened before and will never happen again!"
"This Li Tianming has truly defied heaven! Defied heaven! Defied