Once she put herself in Li Hao’s shoes and recreated his frame of mind, Lin Hongyu felt much more confident.0

Time, life and death, the eight heritage weapons.0

If this was part of Li Hao’s plans, then that meant the damned brat had a certain guarantee of resurrecting. In that case, more ideas came to Lin Hongyu’s mind.0

She looked at the crowd gathered in front of her—there were New Martial powerhouses, the Great Li king, and the western queen among their number. Lin Hongyu considered the queen for a few moments. That foolish woman had overturned everyone’s impression of her today.0

Although too much had happened after that, which negated her efforts, the queen had stepped forward at a critical moment and lent the moon’s strength to Li Hao in the fight between exalted emperors. The key was, the queen was a peer of Li Hao’s, a fellow cultivator of the same age in the true sense of the identity.0

Li Hao was ruthless when it came to his enemies. Were there any left throughout the world?0

And yet, this woman who’d clashed with him numerous times and the one who’d handed him his first defeat ever, was still alive. That was...0