Kapitel 1289: Spirit Dragon Blood Sword, Golden Light

"Then let's finish him off."

"Dying at the hands of a Martial God is his honor."

A faint smile appeared on Donghuang Wudi's face. He knew that Li Lingtian respected his opinion.  

After all, Yuwen Haochen was ranked second on the billboard. If the two of them had joined forces to injure him, then Yuwen Haochen would be Donghuang Wudi's enemy. A martial arts fanatic like Donghuang Wudi would definitely have to regain his face when he encountered such a situation.

However, he was already injured, and so was Yuwen Haochen.

Both of their strength and injuries had returned to the same starting point.

However, he didn't want to make a move now. Even if he could kill Yuwen Haochen, he would still be half-dead. He had a clear idea of Yuwen Haochen's strength and there was no need to take the risk.

At the same time, he wanted to witness Li Lingtian's terrifying means.