Mu Yang had once said that although Wei Guohao didn’t meet Wei Tiancang’s standards, he was still a peak Li Tianming couldn’t overcome.

Under the scorching sun, Wei Guohao’s body rippled with a golden sheen, a product of both his imposing aura and rugged muscles pulsating with beast ki. As for the overbearing and fierce Eight-Winged Goldroc, its feathers reminded viewers of sharp blades that somehow invoked an image of impervious armour at the same time.

With such an overbearing combination, Wei Guohao was indeed one of the Heavenly Septuplets.

Wei Guohao’s light-gold eyes locked onto Li Tianming. By the time the stone bridge vibrated, he had already transformed into a golden flash, all his beast ki concentrated on his fist as it hurtled towards Li Tianming.

It was an advanced source-ranked battle art, Vajra Fist. Wei Guohao’s seven-star...