"Arrogant!" Yao'er angrily rebuked from below the platform.
"Your choice. Suit yourself," Fu Mo Fan said.
As his words fell, changes also began occurring to Li Tianming's body!
Lightning surged from his left arm, sword-shaped feathers grew from his right arm, his left leg bloomed with flowers, while his right leg became covered in scales and sprouted nine Kui Mountain spikes. His soles and knees transformed into dragon heads...
Those were merely the outward changes. The other three Little Sixes stood guard within Li Tianming's brain astrons, their pink Genesis Ancestor Star source power supplying every lifebound beast as well as Li Tianming himself.
In his fused form, Li Tianming resembled a Primordial Chaos War God as he stood atop the Emperor's Battle Platform.
"Motley-Furred War God, attack!" Yinghuo screeched.
"Say that again and I'll pluck every last one of your chicken feathers!" Li Tianming snapped, dearly wishing he could drag Yinghuo out and strangle him.
A perfectly good Primordial Chaos War God had been forcibly dubbed the Motley-Furred War God by him. It was enough to make one speechless.
Fu Mo Fan did not move. The disciples watching this battle within the Myriad Emperors Palace also widened their eyes, as though waiting for something.
Yet Li Tianming made no further move.
This scene was likewise transmitted through the image map for everyone in the Myriad Emperors Palace to see.
"What is he doing? He can't be planning to fight Fu Mo Fan with only his Ghostgod Body, can he?"
"Fu Mo Fan is a noble member of the Golden-Eyed Holy Blood Clan! Even with all three systems unleashed, Li Tianming probably couldn't defeat him. How did he dare face him with only his Ghostgod Body?"
"And that Ghostgod Body of his looks so bizarre. Who even knows what lowly