The man had collaborated with the Formless Divine Sect numerous times and possessed the potential of a great Artifact Master. His Martial Arts could also advance to Third Grade with external help, and he had hope of extending his lifespan by two hundred years.
Zong Sanping felt that killing this man outright was a bit of a waste.
Chu Xisheng's hand pressed on the saber, and a cold murderous intent focused on Li Tiangong's neck, with the formidable Three Phases Blade Intent remotely locking on Li Tiangong's Primordial Spirit.
And at this moment, behind him.
Ji Qianqian and Bai Xiaozhao, among others, also had a chilling intent to kill, cold as ice.
Li Tiangong's face twitched again, followed by a somewhat helpless turn around.
