As the heavens underwent their sudden change, Su Fengdao and Li Changsheng were scouring the sea for Seven Killings Divine Blood.
This was the blood of a High-God, and its value was immense.
Thus, despite his exalted standing as sect master, Li Changsheng personally took to the field, searching everywhere for traces of divine blood.
He darted across the sea at high speed, sniffing to his left and looking to his right. Once he pinpointed the divine blood, he would swiftly plunge into the sea and retrieve it as quickly as possible.
Nor was he alone. Many powerful martial cultivators who had failed to enter the Taiwei Enclosure were also searching this sea with all their might.
They were thoroughly sick of this senior brother and junior sister, Li Changsheng and Su Fengdao.
The two were practically wild boars, charging headlong across the sea.
Their overbearing tyranny knew no bounds.
If I saw it first, it was definitely mine; if I had not seen it first and merely happened upon it, it was definitely mine too.
Yet everyone could only swallow their anger, not daring to speak.
The sight of Li Changsheng shattering the Yang God Taihao's divine power with a single sword strike not long ago had left a deep impression on them all.
As for World-Sealing Saber Su Fengdao, she could uproot and slaughter their very notion of fighting the instant it sprouted.
Thus, even those as powerful as Transcendent Rank could only hold their noses and give these two a wide berth.
They dared not face the pair's sharp edges head-on and invite trouble upon themselves.
Only when another mighty surge of divine power gathered in the sky did Li Changsheng halt his streak of escaping light above the sea.
Somewhat startled, he raised his head toward