Such magnificent achievements surpassed those of every ancestor in the Li Family's history.
He watched the youth surrounded by the crowd like the moon amid a host of stars, feeling somewhat lost.
Meanwhile, Li Hao was examining the Yu Emperor's injuries. After those six had been slain, the law power lingering on the emperor's body had dissipated. His crushed arms and the legs he had severed himself had already regenerated.
Aside from some weakness, he was largely unharmed.
Li Hao then approached the old Daoist. Seeing how weak his aura was, he asked, "Can you heal yourself?"
Slumped on the ground, True Person Qin looked at the youth blocking the light before him, his eyes filled with complicated emotions. He smiled bitterly and said:
"I'm all right. It was all thanks to you this time."
"As long as you're all right."
Li Hao nodded. He had no divine pills or precious medicine on hand to treat him.
The other martial experts who had come as reinforcements also approached Li Hao to thank him.
Among them were Spear Saint Wang Xiezhi, Sword Saint Zu Han, and others-figures who had been famous for centuries and had once enjoyed unrivaled glory.
Facing this handsome young man, they all sighed inwardly, feeling that they had truly grown old.
The other members of the Imperial Clan also came forward to express their gratitude.
Outside the crowd, however, Li Muxiu did not approach again. He simply watched the dazzling youth quietly, his eyes showing a measure of pride and warmth as he rejoiced for him.
When he noticed Li Tiangang beside him, the smile in his eyes faded. He said coldly:
"Back then, you found fault with him at every turn. Now, do you think this former son of yours finally meets your standards?"
Li Tiangang