The Saint Son of Creation Was Crippled

Seeing Fu Tian's confident smile, perhaps he thought he had Li Xinghe completely under his thumb.

No matter how astonishing your Talent was, no matter how many supreme treasures you carried, so what? Before the greater tide, wouldn't you still have to bow your head obediently?

"Kid, I have to admit, you're quite talented. If it weren't for me, perhaps you might have shone brilliantly in the Primordial World someday."

Li Xinghe suddenly stepped forward. Fu Tian could not help frowning and instinctively took a step back.

But then he grew somewhat angry. In terms of age, he was much older than Li Xinghe.

Back in the Chaos World, he had once been able to look down on Li Xinghe. Yet now, Li Xinghe was acting all high and mighty before him.

"Li Xinghe, don't push your luck. Think this through carefully. As long as I expose your identity, the Dragon Clan, the White Tiger Clan, and even other top sects will kill you without hesitation."

The Creation Heavenly Sect was smarter. It had never stepped into the open.

The other top sects did not even know that the Creation Heavenly Sect was involved. That old bastard Immortal Venerable Creation was still hiding somewhere.

When the time came, a chaotic battle would break out, and he would surely be the one to benefit.

Li Xinghe's gaze suddenly turned cold. Looking at Fu Tian with killing intent, he said:

"Logically speaking, a mere Great Dao Middle Stage cultivator like you dared to yell and scream in front of me. You already deserved to die."

Fu Tian's expression changed drastically. This was not his first encounter with Li Xinghe. He knew this guy was insane; there was nothing he did not dare to do.

Back in the Chaos World, he had dared