Phoenix Eight Swords, Sword-Calling Art!!!

"Xing Que, go defeat Li Tianming, take his points and run! The two of you together have over five thousand—victory is guaranteed!" Fang Chenyun shouted.

"Run?" The moment Fang Xing Que heard that word, smoke practically poured from his nostrils.

This chaotic scene was simply everyone challenging his authority.

And all of it had been brought about by Li Tianming!

Fang Xing Que locked onto him with a roar, summoned his lifebound beasts, tore through the crowd, and charged straight toward Li Tianming!

"Die!"

He threw a punch.

"Get lost!"

Li Tianming abruptly spun around. His left arm unleashed the Nine Nether Gods and Devils Claw, tearing through the air and colliding with the power of Fang Xing Que's Life Tribulation realm.

"Ah!!" Blood sprayed from Fang Xing Que's fist as he cried out in pain.

"Fang Xing Que, you spoiled second-generation brat who spits fire everywhere—what kind of bird do you think you are? Strip away your status and power, and in my eyes, you're just a fledgling!"

At last, Li Tianming had a chance to beat him head-on!

He immediately called Yinghuo, Miaomiao, and Lanhuang over, fixed his gaze on Fang Xing Que, and launched straight into battle!

With the two of them clashing head-on, many people did not dare approach, giving Li Tianming room to fight.

Those people were probably thinking of waiting for the snipe and clam to fight, then reaping the fisherman's profit.

It was precisely that mindset that allowed Li Tianming and Fang Xing Que to have a fair duel right in the center of the melee!

"Fuck, do you know whose territory the Ancient Theocracy of the Gods is?!" Fang Xing Que had never been enraged to this extent. If anyone had provoked him before, he would have had them killed long ago.