At that moment, Jiang Liu was deeply puzzled. Was there any connection at all between the powerful Tianming and this Tianming?
If he could not figure out this matter, Jiang Liu reckoned he would have difficulty feeling at ease.
More importantly, if there really was some connection between them, then Tianming's death before would not have been such a simple matter.
Although, for the time being, Jiang Liu still could not determine whether there was any connection between the two.
If it were only the name Tianming, Jiang Liu would not have thought too much of it.
But when he added the style of the weapon wielded by that figure, as well as the aura emanating from the weapon in his hand—
Taken together, all these questions left Jiang Liu with no choice but to suspect that it might truly be the case.
Furthermore, he had always harbored a trace of doubt regarding Tianming's death at the time.
After all, among all the Saint Realm experts who had died then, Tianming had been the one who had remained at the breakthrough stage the longest.
How could it have been such a coincidence that he happened to die—and die together with Ye Junsheng at that?
If the events before his eyes had not happened, Jiang Liu would not have had so many suspicions.
The phantom ahead, holding a book, opened the seven-colored, gleaming tome in his hand and raised it to block the long sword stabbing toward him from the opposite side.
A streak of seven-colored radiance appeared, blocking the long sword that had stabbed over.
Then the Tianming phantom closed the seven-colored book and threw it directly toward the Divine Soul of the Rule Statue.
"Whoosh!" The seven-colored book flew above the head of the Divine Soul of the Rule