There was no time to say a word, as streaks of light flashed by, and the four vanished from everyone's sight.
Yang Tianlu clenched his fist.
Chasing after were Li Yuyin and Li Huoya, accompanying him.
"Don't worry, Tianlu," Li Yuyin said softly, "Don't have the slightest worry; we just need to shout and cheer. In terms of battle, Father is invincible!"
She recalled the distant past as if it were a prehistoric era, when Li Changzhou was merely an immortal, a twenty-year-old youth, yet capable of suppressing her in battle skills.
When this day ended, the passage closed.
At the same time, someone broadcasted the scene of the Holy City; although the beings of the universe could not be present, they could collectively witness this grand event.
This was not merely the affair of the conquerors but related to them — obtaining the Saint Position and becoming a Saint would undoubtedly make one the ruler of the universe for that time.
When the scene appeared, everyone was astonished.
