Beastmaster of the Ages - Chapter 6796

Chapter 6705:

“Why don’t we encounter any larger teams? It’s been ten years, so there should be some talented individuals and a larger group, right?” Zhao Guodong shouted, sounding rather bored.

“Don’t be so conceited. You’re the Infinite Beast Tamer. You’ve gained the most these past ten years. How many Ancestral Dao Beasts have you tamed?” Ling Ling rolled her eyes at him.

Then she looked at Li Tianming and An Ning, thinking, “Come to think of it. With Brother Tianming’s strength, if he could encounter a larger team, he’d surely receive a large number of Imperial Orders at once, not just a few at a time.”

She sensed that Li Tianming was training them for a small-scale war. He’d even fought against thousands of Dao Beasts before, with zero casualties. All that was missing was a real show of force!

Ling Ling had learned a lot in these ten years, but she had no place to put it to use.

She knew the others were no different.

“Everyone’s getting anxious. When’s the war going to start? You’ve already picked out your targets, right? Each of you commands hundreds, if not thousands, of troops,” An Ning asked.

Li Tianming gazed ahead and muttered, “So, the Emperor’s followers aren’t about numbers, but about quality. For the past ten years, I haven’t rushed to increase their numbers. Instead, I’ve made them increasingly elite, not just in combat, but also in their unity of thought.”

“Against new comprehension?” An Ning couldn’t help but smile.

“Not bad,” Li Tianming smiled. “But you’re all right. It’s time to test the results.”

“Have you chosen?” An Ning, the war-mongering warrior, her eyes lit up. In reality, battling Dao Beasts every day was the most boring thing for her, and she’d been eager to get started.

“Tianming Army!”

Li Tianming turned around, gazing at the eager young geniuses.

“Follow me!”

he said, striding forward with great strides.

Though they couldn’t see the enemy, the three hundred Tianming Army soldiers all had a vague sense of something, as if the moment they’d been waiting for had arrived.

…

boarding the Sky Boat.

Li Tianyang had been keeping a close eye on Li Tianming for ten years.

“This brat has wild ideas, applying military tactics to managing and assessing geniuses? Doesn’t he know that in the Desolate Realm galaxy, everyone starts out equal?”

“As long as that’s the case, given the unique nature of his current team, if he can consistently win, that’s fine. But if he loses, it’s absolutely devastating.”

“He doesn’t understand. Ultimately, the Tiandi Sect’s approach to conducting assessments like this is to remind them that strength, not ‘military management,’ is the only way to suppress them. This kid’s approach a few years ago was right: rewards and punishments for suppression. But now he’s gone astray. No matter how well you manage, one defeat is the end.”

The Tiandi Sect disciples discussing this had all experienced the Dengtianmen assessment. It could be said that their success back then was due to experience. They’d also used Li Tianming’s tactics back then, though the rewards weren’t as generous.

But they still passed the assessment!

“Actually, he should have no problem getting either the Imperial Order or the final recommendation.”

“But he’s still messing around, apparently hoping for even greater fame.”

“He’s asking for too much, but his strength isn’t top-notch. Several Star Ancestor geniuses hold thousands of Imperial Orders.”

“Just watch!”

Li Tianyang stood behind, listening silently.

“Military-style management?”

His mouth twitched. “Lack of strength, so he’s making do with these mediocre things.”

It wasn’t that he enjoyed watching Li Tianming; he found it boring. It was mainly Li Muyun’s constant attention that compelled him to pay more attention.

Of course, there was a bigger reason.

His father, Li Zongyuan.

“How come it’s been ten years, and my father hasn’t returned yet? If there were any good stuff, he’d have mined it all long ago?”

He’d already sent close associates to the Small Chaos Galaxy several times, but not only had they received no response, but they’d also disappeared without a trace. It was truly strange… and that was the real reason for his recent anxieties.

He didn’t dare speak out, fearing it would ruin his father’s plans and attract more powerful competitors.

“We can only wait,”

Li Tianyang gritted his teeth.

At this moment, on Li Muyun’s side, the disciples overseeing the image charts seemed to erupt in excitement.

“We’ve run into them!”

“There are over five hundred of them on the other side!”

“That’s Xuanzhao and his followers!”

“Xuanzhao is the Star Ancestor!”

“The outnumber is about two to one, and their realms are similar, but there’s something a little odd about Li Tianming, so… we should see some fun!”

“Eight hundred and ninety geniuses battling it out.”

“I hope it’s not a one-on-one duel; it’s boring. Often, two masters of the Imperial Order face off, and the winner accepts the other, while so many others don’t sincerely follow.”

“That’s nothing! I saw someone holding the Imperial Order being besieged and dismembered by hundreds of followers, and the orders were all snatched back. So they lack power. To have a large following requires real skill.”

On the Sky Boat, discussions raged.

…

In the Desolate Realm galaxy.

Li Tianming knew he would encounter a large group of over five hundred and fifty.

After all, this was a chance encounter he had chosen.

In the distant mist, at the slightest sound, An Ning shouted, “All troops, alert!”

The three hundred Tianming soldiers, who had been chatting and laughing, instantly put away their smiles as if conditioned. They returned to their positions, forming small teams with the squad leader at the core. Within each team, there were essentially all the necessary systems. While not as interconnected as the Hunyuan Clan, they were able to complement each other!

The most noticeable change was in their eyes.

They were filled with determination, obedience, a cold, eager gaze. It was as if achieving great things was their greatest desire, a desire that surpassed all other emotions. Their hearts burned like fire. Although they couldn’t see the enemy, a fearless look already etched in their eyes.

After all, following Li Tianming, they had never lost.

“Enemy forces ahead! Form a formation and prepare to resist!”

An Ning declared, suddenly entering the real universe. The nearly 200 billion meter-long Taiyi Pagoda spear in his hand illuminated the area behind him like a beacon!

Swish, swish—

three hundred men quickly formed up, with An Ning at the vanguard, Ling Ling in support, and Zhao Guodong at the rear. He summoned over five hundred Dao beasts, which appeared on both wings of the Tianming Army, like three chariots at an angle, staring intently ahead!

And at this moment!

A loosely organized group of over 500 people, some chatting, some looking down, some looking around, some worried, emerged from the mist and appeared before Li Tianming and the others.

In front of them stood an incredibly burly man, his expression stern and domineering. His brute force was enough to make over 500 people bow their heads and follow him.

And at that moment,

within the shrouded gray mist, the gazes of two completely different groups and two completely different leaders met.