"Damn it, that little brat Li Anzhi actually dared to mess up my face! Linghu Lun, if you hadn't forbidden us from killing, I would have crippled that little brat on the spot."
With a heavy thud, Tongtian Yuanming slammed Li Anzhi fiercely onto the ground.
At that moment, the enormous face of Tongtian Yuanming was not only covered in wounds, but green slime was oozing from them as well. That was its blood — it had been injured.
The wounds weren't limited to its face. Its entire body bore the same, and its aura had grown considerably weaker than before.
It was gravely hurt.
"Messed up your face? If I hadn't arrived in time, you would have fallen into his hands," Mengyan Wushuang said in a mocking tone.
"Hmph, I was merely careless. Even without your interference, I could have defeated it easily," Tongtian Yuanming retorted.
"Oh? Is that so? Then why not heal his injuries and have a proper one-on-one rematch?" Mengyan Wushuang suggested.
Hearing those words, Tongtian Yuanming's expression changed.
While Li Anzhi was ranked lower than him in the Ancestral Martial Starfield, and he had indeed defeated Li Anzhi before — that was when Li Anzhi's cultivation had been inferior to his.
Now, Li Anzhi's cultivation was on par with his own. In their previous exchange, had Mengyan Wushuang not intervened in time, he truly would have lost to Li Anzhi.
Even now, given another chance to fight, he had no confidence that he could defeat Li Anzhi.
With his bluff called, he could only let out a light snort and say, "The outcome has already been decided. Why should I bother fighting him again?"
Upon hearing this, Mengyan Wushuang said nothing more but let out a derisive laugh.
"The two of you, quiet down."
But just then, Linghu Lun barked a sharp command.
They had originally thought that capturing all the members of the Li Heavenly Clan would earn them special rewards from Linghu Lun. Instead, they were met with a furious shout, which left both Mengyan Wushuang and Tongtian Yuanming stunned.
However, when they looked more carefully, they realized that the ones being tormented by Linghu Lun were not ordinary people — they were members of the Chu Heavenly Clan.
Most importantly, the inscriptions of light on their bodies were astonishingly brilliant — even far brighter than those of Li Anzhi.
"Heavens, what's going on with the inscriptions of light on these two Chu Heavenly Clan members?" Mengyan Wushuang couldn't help but step forward and ask with concern.
"It's Chu Feng. That Chu Feng obtained certain things and managed to find a large amount of cultivation resources. They all have him to thank for their inscriptions," Linghu Lun said.
"That Chu Feng is quite capable. Where is he now?" Mengyan Wushuang asked.
"That's exactly what I'm trying to find out. The two of you, be quiet," Linghu Lun said.
At that, Mengyan Wushuang took a few steps back and wisely held his tongue.
"You two still won't talk? Then let me show you what happens next. If I use my full methods, I'm afraid the two of you won't be able to endure them." As Linghu Lun spoke, lightning surged within his palm, and that palm gleamed with a cold light, sharp as a blade.
"Stop, stop! I'll talk, I'll talk!" In that moment, Chu Haoyan was so terrified that he was trembling all over and couldn't help but shout out.