As the Saint Heir of the Tianyi Sect, the sheer power of Wen Xiuming was self-evident!
With just one step forward, a terrifying aura roared from his body.
Even Long Motian, when going all out, seemed somewhat weaker in comparison.
Mo Jiwu watched from afar, his face filled with anxiety.
If anything happened to Lin Tian, it would be like losing a major backing.
"This kid is courting death, being so arrogant in front of the Saint Heir and the ancestor. Truly asking for it!"
Sikong Xuan and others from Donnan Valley sneered and shook their heads.
In their eyes, Lin Tian was simply waiting to die!
However.
At this moment.
Standing behind Lin Tian, Long Motian watched Wen Xiuming make his move, a slight smile appearing on his face.
Soon after, he folded his arms and stood there with a calm demeanor, as if ready to watch a show.
"Long Motian, you're on the brink of death and still able to laugh?"
