What exactly was Weisheng Moran?
They did not know.
All they saw was one Astral God Origin after another effortlessly turning to ash in her hands. Clearly, she seemed to be using the Vast Sky Sun-Chasing Divine Xiao Illusory God and the Mystic Dawn Moon-Embracing Heavenly Zither Illusory God, yet they were astonishingly powerful—far beyond the strength those Illusory Gods should have possessed.
And at this moment, let alone the First Warden and Second Warden, even Weisheng Moran herself was no longer someone the Zhao family could crush.
Naturally, these two Wardens had long since been shaken by Weisheng Moran.
"Is she Li Tianming's master? What race of Illusory God cultivator is she? Is she from Yuan Hao's side?" The First Warden had asked this before.
The Second Warden had smiled and shaken his head. "Not a local."
Hearing this, the First Warden understood.
Li Tianming's strength was no longer limited to himself alone. From the Second Warden to Weisheng Moran, terrifying combat power had already gathered around him. And now, this was an opportunity for their Divine Wing Holy Blood Clan.
"Tianzhou, father and son, shoulder to shoulder!" the First Warden called out to Zhou Tianzhou.
He had intended to help Li Tianming take down the Third Warden as a pledge of allegiance. But at this moment, Li Tianming and Weisheng Moran had already descended side by side before the Third Warden and his wife. The father and son promptly read the room and changed direction, heading to suppress and kill the Third Warden's younger sister, Mistress Zhao.
Seeing this, the Second Warden said, "Looks like this old man won't get a single opponent of any worth? Fine, then I'll play with the leftovers."
Once the Second Warden was freed up and began targeting the Zhao family's mid-level powerhouses,