"Damn, no way?"
Li Tianming was dumbstruck. He remembered it not being like this—how had the Chaos Sword Princess turned this into a mission too?
If something like this became a mission, it would lose all its flavor!
Fortunately, Aurora smiled softly at this and said, "Don't listen to her nonsense. Come, just give me your hand."
"Still trying to fool me? Just wait until I deal with you later." Li Tianming shot Sui Shen Yao a glare, then looked down at his two hands.
His left hand was the Dark Arm, strange and rough. Thus, Li Tianming offered his right hand to Aurora and let her hold it in her palm.
"It's this lousy hand again!"
Sui Shen Yao both loved and hated this Dark Arm. If she had not experienced it herself, who could have imagined just how devilish this hand with eyes was?
It was simply the god of getting people in its grasp.
Though she grumbled, she could only half-heartedly take Li Tianming's Dark Arm in her hand on the other side, humming, "Get ready. You'll be scared to death!"
The instant her words fell, Li Tianming, holding four jade-soft hands, suddenly felt heaven and earth overturn, the universe rise and perish, and Primordial Chaos begin. When an ancient, boundless, weighty mystery flowed from those four tender palms, his entire body shuddered. It was as though he had changed into a black-gold dragon robe, been dragged into another universe, and pushed onto an eternal Chaos Emperor's throne!
Buzz—!
Everything before his eyes changed!
Once he settled into his seat and opened his eyes again, he found that he had become infinitely immense. He could not even say how immense he was, and this growth continued, as if his body were a cosmic big bang—the birth and