From then on, in such a short time, the Imperial Tokens in Li Tianming's hands directly exceeded a thousand. At the same time, the number of supporters around him—the Destiny Army—also approached eight hundred!
That was the advantage of directly facing off against a large force.
He could absorb many people in one go.
"But as I train them again and again, the number of people who can truly remain definitely won't be this high..."
Li Tianming knew this clearly.
His current expansion of numbers was much like cultivation. Every explosive increase had to be followed by digestion—by thoroughly consolidating those newly absorbed.
Otherwise, if more than four hundred freeloaders had mixed into his Destiny Army, it would only drag down their combat strength and hold them back.
"Fuck—"
Xuan Zhao had recovered by then. He handed the Sumeru Ring to Li Tianming and stared at him in disbelief. "Just a few words, and they followed you even after losing their Sumeru Rings? I didn't even take their Sumeru Rings."
"You didn't give them hope, either," Li Tianming said.
"Not everyone has as many Star Ancestor Great Daos as you... Tell me, whose descendant are you in the Heavenly Emperor Sect? Some Great Imperial Master? Maybe even a Sacred Imperial Master? An Imperial Grand Ancestor? Did you come out to experience life?" Xuan Zhao clicked his tongue.
"Star Ancestor Great Daos are only part of hope, not all of it," Li Tianming said.
"Got it, got it. Sweeping across the entire Wasteland Realm star system, right? I understand." As Xuan Zhao spoke, he straightened up and coughed. "Brother, I could've joined the Heavenly Emperor Sect to begin with. Now I've given you everything and even brought a bunch of brothers to join you. Don't you think you should return this