Li Tianming carried his sword, his expression cold, imposing without anger.
The twenty-odd surviving seventh-rank Star Ancestor geniuses spoke up one after another.
"Destiny Bro, we have already surrendered. If you need them, you may take our Astral God Origins, but we only hope that once you comprehend the tower core, you will let us out."
"Destiny Bro, spare my life. Even if you want me to serve you, I will..."
"Destiny Bro, we were forced into this too. There should be no need to wipe us out completely, right?"
Li Tianming waved a hand. "Kill them all."
Boom—!
The seventh-rank geniuses looked as though they had been struck by a divine thunderbolt from the ninth heaven, their faces blank with shock.
Yet in that instant, their instinct to survive still drove them to raise their Dao treasures and attempt resistance!
"Li Tianming! You have killed so many people—just wait for the Sky Patrol Division's harsh punishment!"
"You really dare to kill so many of us? The people behind us will never let you off!"
"Don't think you are truly invincible. By yourself, you may not be able to kill all of us!"
Li Tianming turned a deaf ear, merely saying coolly, "If I lost, would I have been allowed to live?"
"..."
Silence fell over the crowd.
No one could answer that question. The answer was obvious.
Besides, these people had not even been able to defeat Yinghuo and the others joining forces with An Ning, let alone now that Li Tianming had entered the fray.
This was a one-sided slaughter...
Inside the Young Emperor Palace.
Li Muyun frowned deeply. "Tianming, he... he is so utterly unrestrained in destroying Astral God Origins. He has offended far too many people and made far too many enemies. Once he comes