For someone like him, unless he died, he would never truly submit to Li Tianming.
But the two of them were no longer on the same level. Li Tianming had no need to pay him any mind.
"Why is this guy still here? Could it be that his talent has been restored? The Myriad Sects Imperial War is no joke—if your strength is lacking, it's all too easy to lose your life," Sui Shen Yao said in surprise.
Li Tianming had harbored the same doubt, but he quickly came to terms with it.
Even if there truly was some treasure, at most it could restore him to his original state. It would absolutely be impossible for him to rise to another level. Otherwise, why would the Li Imperial Clan not use stronger geniuses to raise their upper limit, instead giving it to a "cripple"?
And indeed, among these fifty-odd figures, Li Ganyang was nearly the youngest and also the weakest.
Yet the men and women around him, combatants of every age group, all had surging battle intent in their eyes. Their auras were incomparably forceful, and each bore, to varying degrees, the traits of the Li Imperial Clan's Imperial Dao.
This cultivation philosophy did indeed exert an immense oppressive force upon the weak to a certain extent, let alone with so many high-spirited young geniuses standing together.
Of course, it did nothing to Li Tianming. Holding Li Chaoxi's hand, he calmly walked into this cluster of geniuses.
The gazes around them fell upon the pair. Some were rather cold, while more of them were simply curious.
But there was no genuine goodwill, nor did anyone take the initiative to approach them.
That did not matter, because Li Tianming had already found his elder and younger brothers-in-law.
Li Chaohong and Li