The Old Fox Who Won by Lying Down!

But such boldness had ultimately misjudged the opponent.

How much strength could burning blood possibly grant?

The current Li Tian stood at the very peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm. There was no longer anyone of the same rank who could rival him.

Even if the Grand Pure One and Yuanshi burned their blood until it boiled and exhausted every ounce of strength, at most they could shake the wall of the fifth Zenith Heaven realm—touch the corner of his robes?

They were merely using their lives to fill a bottomless abyss that could never be filled.

Of course, Li Tian had no intention of explaining a single word to them.

After all, making these two Saints endure tens of thousands of years of bitter toil, their cultivation forever stalled at the bottleneck while they suffered the pain of backlash day after day—to him, it was nothing less than a feast of pure exhilaration.

The corners of his lips curled faintly as he stood there in silence, in no hurry to strike. He wanted to wait for them to build that illusory altar with their own hands, wait until they piled their confidence to its highest point, then personally overturn its foundation and watch them shatter to pieces in the fall.

Plunging from the cloud tops straight into a mire—how could that compare to first being lifted above the nine heavens, then kicked down into the abyss?

The little demon in Li Tian's heart was already laughing so hard it rocked back and forth, nearly bursting through his chest.

He could even see the twisted expressions on Grand Pure One Laozi and Heavenly Lord Yuanshi's faces when they fell—pupils trembling, lips twitching, and in the instant their Dao Hearts cracked apart, forgetting even how to breathe.

The thought alone