"It's yours!"
To the Divine Tomb Cult Master, the sword mountain he had given everything to control had so easily become a "toy" in Li Tianming's hands—so docile, so obedient...
How was this any different from a goddess he had pursued his entire life just to barely hold hands with, only for her to throw herself into another man's arms and melt away in shy delight?
In Li Tianming's hands, the sword mountain melted into a golden-black torrent and surged into the Eastern Emperor Sword in his grasp. Li Tianming had said that the sword mountain was part of his weapon, rather than an Eonic divine artifact itself... This scene had already proven it!
To the Divine Tomb Cult Master, who had been laughing just moments ago, this blow was likely greater than slaughtering tens of millions of the Divine Tomb Cult's peak Eonic Gods right before his eyes!
At that moment, his eyes bulged wide, his eyeballs cracked, and his teeth ground to pieces. His gaze turned blood-red as he stared fixedly at Li Tianming, while his organs twisted into knots amid violent trembling.
"Die..." He snapped awake from his complete mental collapse, all of that breakdown transforming into rage. "Die!!"
With a furious roar, he controlled the Demon Tomb World Sword again, sweeping up the divine might of his Astral Realm as he slashed furiously at Li Tianming.
Yet the Demon Tomb World Sword seemed to have sunk into a mire, unable to move an inch. The Cult Master widened his eyes and saw that the seven Primordial Chaos Realms he had just cleaved apart were firmly suppressing the Demon Tomb World Sword, like seven colossal beasts biting down on his final weapon!
"Get lost!"
The Divine Tomb Cult Master's face twisted savagely. With a furious roar, Extreme