Li Tianming looked like he was capable of everything, but he was actually garbage in every element. Xing Chen let out a mocking laugh at Tianming’s totem. His totem underwent an earth-shattering transformation.0

17-fold Simulacrum, Galaxy Swordgod!0

The nine threepoint starfiends gathered around him. They continuously changed and, in the end, the three black hole-like vortices within their bodies all joined together into a single giant sword, producing nine swords in total that encircled Xing Chen. His totemic power had been amplified seventeen times.0

"Get lost!" Xing Chen thrust his sword. The high-maniverse-class sword in his hand, along with the nine celestial swords orbiting...0