Li Xiaoyao had cultivation, Li Xiaoyao had combat strength, and Li Xiaoyao also had blessings and fortune. After all, Li Xiaoyao was now sheltered by immense luck. He could be said to have it all.
At this moment, Li Xiaoyao truly lacked nothing.
The Extreme Realm was within his grasp.
According to his master, those who could enter the Extreme Realm were all ancient monsters, and that had been back in the endless ages long ago.
In any case, none had appeared in the past several great eras. Yet now, hadn't one appeared?
"Come again! Come again!"
On the battlefield, Li Xiaoyao swung the Wind Thunder Twin Hammers in his hands and shouted. By now, he had already slain fifteen Void Dragon Clan prodigies.
At this moment, he felt incomparably exhilarated. The blood throughout his body boiled, and under such an atmosphere, his entire body trembled.
It was a thirst for battle, a thirst for blood.
"Young Master, let's go. If we don't leave now, the losses will only grow greater."
The old man turned and earnestly advised the Fifth Young Master behind him. When two had died earlier, I told you to leave, but you refused. Now look—fifteen have died.
Losing fifteen prodigies at the peak of the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm—when Liu Zhen returned this time, even if he did not die, he would have to shed a layer of skin.
And this was already the greatest loss they could accept. If more died, Liu Zhen would not merely be shedding a layer of skin when the time came.
Yet Liu Zhen's eyes were crimson at this moment, fixed unblinkingly on Li Xiaoyao in the battlefield.
He could not hear a single word right now. He only wanted to kill the man before him, only wanted to