Entering the Netherworld and the Nether Battlefield were completely different things. Feng Daoyi indifferently said, “You have guts, but what a pity. Your sect only has fifty people left.”

“It seems that you have some inside information?” Tianming asked.

“That wasn’t it. A god in the Saint stage is meant for everyone to kill. We’re all here just to kill your so-called god. But it’s a pity, Li Tianming. You won’t live to see it,” laughed Feng Daoyi.

“Neither will you.” The two stared daggers at each other. It turned out that Feng Daoyu was a quadruple beastmaster. His beasts were four eagles representing four different elements: wind, fire, thunder, and metal. Every single one of the eagles possessed at least three hundred and ninety stars.

The stars meant that Feng Daoyi’s had quite a significant background in the Hexapath Sword Sect, and his elder must be on the level of Yi Xingyi. The Tai'e House of Jian was a branch of the Draconis House of Jian.

Feng...