Where Would He Find the Spare Strength to Preserve His Appearance?

He had never expected that the Dao-proving weapon he had been so proud of would be utterly crushed by the sword opposite him in merely a few dozen exchanges!

When he finally made out the sword's outline, wreathed in azure light and faintly emanating killing intent, his heart sank sharply.

The Green Ping Sword! Tongtian's personal sword!

The golden patterns of Saintly merit flowing across the blade could not be faked—only a supreme weapon nurtured by a true Saint's essence blood and tempered by the laws of the Great Dao could bear such an imprint!

Among Saints, aside from Tongtian, who else wielded a sword as their personal magic treasure?!

Having recognized this, the fury in Heavenly Lord Yuanshi's chest exploded, more than ten times fiercer than before!

Losing to an opponent of unknown origins could still be blamed on the other party's hidden trump cards and unfathomable Dao cultivation; he could barely justify it to himself.

But now, he was being suppressed in midair by the sword of his own "good younger brother," beaten until he had no power to fight back...

How was this losing to an enemy? This was clearly being slapped hard across the face by his own brother's sword!

Utter humiliation! Bone-deep shame and fury!

The dignity of a Saint was trampled into the mud at this moment, ground into dust.

If there had truly been a crack in the ground at his feet, he feared he would not have hesitated for even half a breath before escaping into it, never to emerge again!

These past years had truly been too difficult for him—

The Saintly prestige he had accumulated over hundreds of millions of years was about to collapse completely in this duel.

Naturally, Li Tian had no idea of the storm raging within