Killing wasn't the best strategy.
Killing someone and breaking their spirit was better.
But the strongest move was to break their spirit without killing them!
That took greater skill and more careful groundwork. Enemies treated this way often suffered a punishment worse than death—one that endured, splitting them apart forever.
Sifang Beichen was one of them.
When that sword struck him, darkness swallowed his eyes. His body trembled. His will and conviction drained away completely, leaving his body an empty shell of power. Even his Tianming Infant went limp, faded, and numb...
Once even a Tianming Infant's will collapsed, its owner would struggle to make any progress for the rest of his life. Unless he could one day defeat Li Tianming... but that was almost impossible. In this moment, Sifang Beichen's fighting spirit had died.
An Upper Yu prodigy?
The day Sifang Zhengdao realized his son's spirit had turned to mud no wall could hold would be the day he truly wept. For now, he was still telling himself this was just an ordinary defeat.
He had no idea how thoroughly Sifang Beichen had been crushed...
Without resisting or struggling, Sifang Beichen waited for the Eternal Divine Kingdom to destroy him.
Of course, Li Tianming had no intention of killing him. Sifang Beichen had long since ceased to be his target.
This genius was no longer worthy!
Painting the Kingdom was merely a performance. It struck Sifang Beichen and reduced him to an Astral God Origin, but it only gravely wounded him, preserving his right to suffer for years to come.
Even so, the destruction of his body and the coalescence of his Astral God Origin sent the million-plus supporters behind him stumbling. They nearly fell, stunned as their spirits shattered with his.
Face after face showed what it meant