"Let's attack together. Kill him, then go slaughter a few more Yang Family disciples!"
Li Tianming shouted. Given the strength Wei Fan had displayed earlier, if he brought out that terrifying giant cauldron again, neither of them might be able to take Wei Fan down alone.
Moreover, the Martial Saint power had a limited duration. It was impossible for it to keep them this powerful forever.
The two men's power struck the heavens like twin bolts of thunder spanning the void. This time, they took the initiative and charged at Wei Fan.
"Can't you fight properly? You just have to force me to use my trump card!"
Hearing that Li Tianming and Sun Wu still wanted to kill members of the Yang Family, a chill gleamed in his eyes.
With a flick of his wrist, the Dragon Pattern Gilded Bottle appeared in his hand.
He did not use the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron. Though it was not much weaker than a Sacred Weapon, it was still not a Sacred Weapon. It could handle ordinary Martial Kings, but Li Tianming and Sun Wu now carried saintly might. It would be bad if the cauldron suffered damage.
Never mind destroying the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron—even losing some divinity or damaging some Dao Marks would be a loss.
It was not as though he had nothing else to use. There was no need to risk the divine weapon he valued most.
As for the Myriad Spirits Bell he had only just deduced, Li Tianming and Sun Wu were not worthy of dying beneath it.
As power poured into it, the Dragon Pattern Gilded Bottle began to awaken. Terrifying Sacred Weapon fluctuations spread out, seeming ready to crush the very heavens. The vital essence that had originally surged toward Li Tianming and Sun Wu was now