The three saints entered the banner.
A total of fifteen powerful souls.
Luo Tianfeng, holding the Soul Banner, still wore a grave expression.
He could sense that the old Heavenly King was different now.
As an ancient king from the same era as the ancestor, everyone thought the old Heavenly King had grown so old he was about to die.
Yet time and again, he had survived.
The old Heavenly King's strength had long become unfathomable; even Luo Tianfeng himself was not necessarily confident of victory.
It was only that the old Heavenly King had hidden himself deeply, remaining aloof from worldly affairs, as though he wished only to guard Southern Heaven and never emerge. That was merely because no divine treasure worthy of his intervention had appeared.
Everything he had done had been for this divine medicine.
When the old Heavenly King arrived, Luo Tianfeng had been struck by doubt.
It seemed he had long known that what Luo Tianfeng had found was a stalk of divine medicine. He had not known nothing, as Gusu Cuiguang claimed, nor had he been as impatient as Lady Cui said.
Gusu Cuiguang had underestimated the old Heavenly King.
He, Luo Tianfeng, had underestimated the old Heavenly King as well.
"Courting death."
The Great Saint standing in the air, wielding the power of time with his palm, roared furiously.
He truly had not expected anyone to break through in the midst of battle.
Breaking through in battle meant staking one's life on oneself. It also meant one's control over oneself was utterly weakened at that very moment. No one could safely protect their body while breaking through.
"Die!"
This strike shattered stars and blasted seas, intending to crush Tu Shan Jun completely to death.
A Great Saint refining illusion into reality, without any