The Dragonmight Faction was rejoicing so much that they forgot what they had suffered at the hands of Tianming. A white-haired ghost haunted the Dragonmight Faction. One by one, the Dragonmight Faction’s disciples had no choice but to use their Scarletflame Tomes when facing death.

“Li Tianming!”

“ARGGGH!”

“Don’t kill me! I surrender!”

Tianming would charge forth with the Hexapath Samsara Sword whenever he encountered a disciple of the Dragonmight Faction, and he kept to his rhythm on the second day. Another thousand disciples were defeated that day, and his hands were trembling by the time the sun went down.

“Ling’er is in such a dangerous situation, and how can I gain a footing in the Flameyellow continent without any strength? How can I afford to relax? Furthermore, I won’t be truly free as long as I haven’t become a god. The pursuer won’t be polite with me, and at that time, it’ll be tough even if I want to die.”

The immense pressure made Tianming temper himself like a lunatic. It was all for the loved ones in his heart. Whether it was his family, lover, or lifebound beasts, they were all indispensable in his heart. That was life, and he could only bear it for...