It had to be said, Little Broken Tower's idea was utterly insane.
That was Di Juntian—and not the Di Juntian Lu Ren had defeated six hundred thousand years ago, but the true Divine Court Master, a Divine Nirvana Realm powerhouse. He could probably erase Lu Ren with a single thought.
But now that Di Juntian had discovered his existence, even if he wanted to flee, he likely would not be able to escape.
If Di Juntian discovered his identity, then his death would be all but certain.
With that in mind, Lu Ren pretended to be gravely injured and lay on the ground.
At this moment, the battle in the void had already ended.
Di Juntian still stood with his hands clasped behind his back, not a speck of dust staining his body.
Long Tianxie, meanwhile, had been blasted until only a dragon head remained, floating in the air.
"Long Tianxie, is there anything else you wish to say? This Master will give you one chance!"
Di Juntian said indifferently.
"Di Juntian, so what if you have become the Divine Court Master? This world cannot allow you to step into a higher realm. In the end, you will be like everyone else—dust to dust, earth to earth!"
Long Tianxie said.
"This Master indeed has little hope of breaking into a higher realm. This Master may not be able to do it, but this Master's son can. He inherited the First Bloodline; he may yet succeed!"
Di Juntian said.
"The First Bloodline? Could it be that you have already triggered the Calamity Transformation, and the laws of this world have changed?"
Long Tianxie was greatly alarmed.
"Heh heh!"
The corners of Di Juntian's lips curled upward as he chuckled. Then he suddenly swung his arm, and an enormous golden handprint once