Li Tian clenched his immortal sword tightly. He raised his head, and a bright light flashed in his eyes. It was as if a pair of cold eyes shot out from the depths of the storm, looking down at the merman patriarch.
The might of a ghost king could intimidate the heavens and earth.
Wisps of black mist surrounded Li Tian's body. He held the celestial sword in front of his eyes, and his other hand stroked the sword. The sword Qi pressure was getting stronger and stronger. The sea was turbulent, and a water curtain dozens of meters high burst up, blocking Li Tian from the sun.
Everyone's pupils contracted. They didn't know if it was an illusion, but they looked at Li Tian in front of the water curtain as if they were looking at a King coming to life. They didn't dare to look at him directly.
"Can you do it?" Li Tian asked in a soft voice.
Li Tian didn't say anything. He closed his eyes for a moment and then rushed out.
