Li Tianming abruptly turned his head around. The Grand-Orient Sword flickered, forcing the figure back. Tianming took a look, only to narrow his eyes. “Dongyang Fengxiao?”

It was indeed Dongyang Fengxiao, along with his lifebound beast.

“Your lifebound beast recovers quite fast. It’s only been half a month.” It must have cost quite a bit. After all, his Azurebat Winged Hydra had had its intestines nearly ripped out.

There was a clear scar on its abdomen, showing that it wasn’t fully recovered yet.

“Li Tianming, I’m going to kill you! Your life will be payment for violating the Ancient Theocrats’ dignity!” When he finished speaking, he began playing the Nine Soul Funeral.

“Your lifebound beast isn’t healed yet, and I don’t like kicking people when they’re down,” Tianming...