In the blink of an eye, inside the Mecha Dragon.
Li Tianming faced Sigod Yang's Astral God Origin.
With his arms folded, Li Tianming asked blandly, "Tell me, how do you want to die? Understand?"
Sigod Yang had no eyes, but he was presumably looking behind Li Tianming. They had all returned to the Guan Zizai Realm. Behind Li Tianming, Zi Zhen, Weisheng Moran, Aurora, An Ning, and Sui Shen Yao—five breathtakingly beautiful women—stood in a single line, all clustered around him.
This arrangement did not resemble two masters and three star puppets at all. It looked more like one emperor and five consorts, with stars circling the moon.
Thus, Sigod Yang's first question was, "What exactly is the relationship between them and you?"
Not only was he already at death's door, with nothing left on him, he was also inside the Primordial Chaos Realm. Outside were the Mecha Dragon and layers upon layers of Weisheng Moran's barriers. Under such conditions, even if Li Tianming were captured, he would have no way to send a message—let alone Sigod Yang.
Li Tianming shrugged, spread his hands, and clasped Zi Zhen's and Weisheng Moran's hands on either side of him. "Isn't it obvious? My two capable little wives. They aren't hundreds of thousands of years old—barely younger than me, I'd say!"
After saying that, he even glanced at Zi Zhen. Only then was Zi Zhen satisfied; she certainly did not want him calling her some old granny.
Then Li Tianming added, "Of course, the three behind us are too. But don't call them star puppets. They are supreme lifeforms beyond your comprehension."
This answer plunged Sigod Yang into deathly silence. He had indeed been arrogant before, but upon learning the truth, his pride in Tai Yu had suffered a blow.
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