An Ning's hot-blooded passion, Zi Zhen's unyielding ferocity, Lin Xiaoxiao's silent support, Weisheng Moran's devoted sacrifice!
Their images intertwined, filling Li Tianming's mind. Their sacrifices and sincere feelings were tears to him, emotion to him, responsibility to him—and even more, blazing blood!
"If they have done so much for me, then if I still cannot step forward and turn the tide at this moment, I would be failing them more than anyone!"
The dwindling of the sentient beings lines was not an excuse for letting everyone around him fall into a dead end, much less an excuse for relying on them alone to hold up the field. As the backbone of this family and this dynasty, Li Tianming bore an inescapable responsibility, whether toward them or toward all living beings!
Responsibility!
Taking responsibility had always been a man's weightiest virtue!
Thus, in that moment, as Li Tianming watched the Divine Tomb Cult Leader smile coldly and prepare to kill the woman he loved, endless flames burned in his eyes and his soul!
He moved!
This move was by no means reckless, much less a desperate gamble with his life. His gaze was incomparably resolute, incomparably confident. It was the mark of faith bursting to the brim, not a life-for-life struggle forced upon him by adversity!
Swish!
The instant the Void Universe form appeared, Li Tianming appeared before Zi Zhen!
The moment she saw his back, Zi Zhen—who had originally intended to force herself to endure one more sword strike and buy Li Tianming a chance to leave—widened her demon eye, while all nine palace eyes turned crimson!
And when the Divine Tomb Cult Leader saw him finally appear openly and aboveboard, he could no longer suppress the corners of his mouth.
Killing Zi Zhen had never been his true goal.