Beastmaster of the Ages - Chapter 6883

Chapter 6792: The Demon-Subduing Emperor’s Sword!

“Arrogant!” Yao’er shouted angrily from below the stage.

“It’s your own choice, please do as you see fit,” Fu Mo Fan said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Tianming underwent a change!

Lightning surged from his left arm, sword-shaped feathers grew from his right arm, his left leg was covered in flowers, and his right leg was covered in scales with nine sharp spikes resembling Mount Kui. His feet and knees transformed into dragon heads…

These changes were only visible on the surface. The other three little six guarded Li Tianming’s brain star organ, and the pink Primordial Ancestor Star Source Power supplied each companion beast and Li Tianming.

In his combined form, Li Tianming, a veritable Primordial Chaos War God, stood tall on the Emperor’s Battle Platform.

“Scrap-haired War God, attack!” Ying Huo shouted.

“If you mention that word again, I’ll pluck your feathers!” Li Tianming said angrily, really wanting to drag Ying Huo out and strangle him.

A perfectly good Primordial Chaos War God, yet he was given the title of Scrap-haired War God. It was ridiculous.

Fu Mo Fan didn’t move, and the disciples watching the battle in the Myriad Emperors Palace stared wide-eyed, as if waiting for something.

But Li Tianming didn’t make any further moves.

This scene was also seen by everyone in the Myriad Emperors Palace through the image.

“What is he doing? Is he planning to fight Fu Mo Fan using only his Ghost God Body?”

“Fu Mo Fan is a noble Golden-Eyed Saint Blood Clan member. Even if Li Tianming uses all three systems, he probably can’t defeat him. How dare he fight with only his Ghost God Body?” ” And

his Ghost God Body looks so strange. I don’t even know what kind of low-level Ghost God Clan he is…” “

Maybe he knows he’s going to lose, so he’s just throwing in the towel. As long as this three-system hybrid doesn’t directly confront the Golden-Eyed Saint Blood Clan, he can save face by saying he didn’t use his full strength.”

Zhang Qingqing also didn’t understand Li Tianming’s behavior, but she thought to herself, “I feel that Junior Brother Li isn’t the kind of person who gives up easily…”

She didn’t believe that Li Tianming would throw in the towel, but she also didn’t really believe that he could win under these circumstances.

It was a contradiction!

However, they could only watch with bated breath as the battle unfolded.

Seeing that Li Tianming truly wasn’t going to use any other abilities, Fu Mo Fan’s single eye, with its ten pupils, narrowed slightly. Yao’er

, below the stage, scolded, “Arrogant fool! Just wait to be crushed by Brother Fan!”

The battle had already begun when the two entered the Emperor’s Battle Stage.

Fu Mo Fan suddenly transformed into a golden afterimage, rushing towards Li Tianming. His golden scales and bone spikes resembled battle armor.

His hands transformed into exquisite claws, silver-gold in color, gleaming with golden light, and he swung them fiercely at Li Tianming, unleashing bursts of cold light.

Li Tianming remained fearless, directly using his right arm, adorned with sword-shaped feathers, or his left arm, crackling with lightning, to block.

Clang! Clang!

These claws, seemingly capable of tearing through space, couldn’t penetrate Li Tianming’s defenses. Clashing with Li Tianming’s arms, they produced crisp sounds like the collision of Dao treasures.

While the two clashed, the presence of the Purgatory Fire and Chaos Lightning also greatly annoyed Fumo Fan.

It wasn’t just a contest of arms; Li Tianming’s Taiji Hongmeng right leg constantly sought opportunities to strike Fumo Fan’s lower body with the Overlord Star Ring, and Xianxian’s Black Demon Realm mouth extended roots to try and entangle Fumo Fan.

However, this Golden-Eyed Saint Blood Clan member was indeed powerful. Facing Li Tianming’s lack of martial ethics, Fumo Fan could currently handle it with ease, mainly because he could dodge. Otherwise, being kicked by a leg imbued with the Overlord Star Ring would definitely affect the subsequent battle. Unlike

the robust physiques of most transformed ghosts and gods, Fumo Fan’s slender and agile body made him more flexible, and his strength was no less than that of other brutal and burly ghosts and gods!

For a time, the two were locked in a fierce battle, their close-quarters combat seemingly evenly matched, both astonished by the other’s physical strength.

Li Tianming’s seemingly strange body, in Fumo Fan’s perception, was practically as ferocious as the incarnation of a powerful Dao beast.

Despite Fu Mo Fan’s seemingly lean physique, Li Tianming had to exert his full strength to deal with him even without using other methods.

However, as the battle progressed, the gap between the two gradually widened. When Li Tianming seized an opportunity, using the pretext of Black Demon to briefly bind Fu Mo Fan and cause him to lose a small amount of life force, a whip kick carrying the force of mountains and seas lashed out at him.

Boom!!

Although this blow was not fatal, it still left Fu Mo Fan in a sorry state. He broke free of his restraints and stared at Li Tianming from a distance, his chest rising and falling slowly with the intense battle.

In this contest without the involvement of supernatural powers and battle techniques, Li Tianming had actually gained the upper hand!

Yao’er’s expression was slightly stunned, “I have never seen Brother Fan encounter an opponent who could make him suffer in a pure physical duel…”

Inside the Myriad Emperors Palace, the disciples watching this scene also widened their eyes.

“He actually managed to fight Fu Mo Fan to a draw with this scruffy, demonic body?”

“Could it be that Fu Mo Fan held back? Li Tianming wiped out everyone in the Young Emperor Tower, and he was only invincible among the eighth-tier Star Ancestors. Including the time he spent comprehending the Tower Heart, it should be less than three hundred years, right? What can you do in three hundred years?” “

Maybe this strange demonic race is just stronger in physical strength. Fu Mo Fan hasn’t even used his battle techniques yet, not to mention the Golden-Eyed Saint Blood Clan’s divine power…”

“Junior Brother Li’s progress is terrifying. If he doesn’t work harder on his cultivation, it’s only a matter of time before I’m surpassed.” Zhang Qingqing muttered to herself.

The two, the focus of everyone’s attention, were completely absorbed in the exhilarating battle.

“I acknowledge your physical strength,” Fu Mo Fan said.

“Pretentious,” Li Tianming chuckled.

Then, Fu Mo Fan took out a black and gold sword, its blade engraved with countless mysterious runes—black characters on the gold blade, and white characters on the white runes.

The sword, aided by the runes, appeared incredibly mystical.

Li Tianming then drew the Eastern Emperor Sword, its blade wreathed in a mysterious aura.

Yao’er grumbled, “Is Li Tianming using a bootleg of Brother Fan’s Demon-Subduing Emperor Sword? How can it look so similar?” Sui Shenyao,

slightly annoyed, retorted, “Does this kid’s sword even deserve to be the same color as ours? Little Li, you chop him to pieces!” Li Tianming, exasperated,

said, “Why are you getting worked up over a sword?”

“Mind your own business, beat him up!” Sui Shenyao said arrogantly.

The two changed their fighting style and clashed again.

Fu Mo Fan charged forward, wielding the Demon-Subduing Emperor Sword, its blade wreathed in a golden-black, smoky aura.

Li Tianming, wielding the Eastern Emperor Sword with its black sword sheath and two chaotic sword rings, slashed at Fu Mo Fan.

Clang—

The collision between the Eastern Emperor Sword and the Demon Subduing Emperor Sword caused countless Dao clouds to surge around them, creating a vortex that swept away all the star system boulders, Dao minerals, and so on, instantly turning the area between them into a hollow region.