Tomorrow, We Fight

Li Tianming glanced over the introduction, and his eyes lit up. He immediately decided on this one.

"Sect Master, I've made my selection," Li Tianming said.

"Two-Origin? Are you sure?" Xuanyuan Dao asked.

"Mm, I'll try it first. If I can't bring out its power, I'll study its mysteries for now," Li Tianming said.

"Take a One-Origin battle art as well," Xuanyuan Dao said.

"Thank you, Sect Master. Then I won't stand on ceremony!"

Li Tianming selected another "One-Origin Life-and-Death Battle Art." He knew Xuanyuan Dao was afraid he was aiming too high.

Not only did Xuanyuan Dao not take away the Two-Origin Life-and-Death Battle Art, he even gave him another one. This showed both Xuanyuan Dao's thoughtfulness and generosity—and, even more so, Li Tianming's standing in his heart.

Li Tianming had not yet become the strongest disciple of the Ancient Theocracy Sect, yet Xuanyuan Dao already regarded him as the Sovereign's disciple.

To those who wanted to kill the Sovereign, the identity of the Sovereign's disciple might have been a joke anyone could trample beneath their feet.

But to the Ancient Xuanyuan Clan, it meant the foremost person beneath the gods!

They left the Hidden Dragon Pavilion together.

"Tianming, I've noticed that many disciples from the Eight Divine Domains know your identity, appearance, and strength. You're the Sovereign's disciple—this identity is far too sensitive. Once you step onto the battlefield, life and death will be impossible to predict. I'd guess that among the sixteen hundred participants in the Number One Summit, at least a thousand want your life. Are you truly not reconsidering?" Xuanyuan Dao wore a grave expression as he solemnly questioned Li Tianming.

"Sect Master, I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid of dying a coward's death," Li Tianming said with a relaxed smile.

"You're a real