The crowd watched the man whose expression suddenly turned indifferent, and their hearts couldn't help but sink.
The worst outcome had finally appeared.
The Renaissance Man, destined to be born only under the smallest of probabilities over the course of billions of years, had appeared so early.
The person before them finally stopped pretending and laid all his cards on the table.
"I initially wanted you to intercept future Renaissance Men; with one path missing from the four, I could monopolize the four paths. By cultivating for a while longer, I would undoubtedly reach the summit, at which point I could handle any enemy with ease."
Li Qing suddenly stepped forward, his gaze cold and indifferent as he spoke:
"But now that you've exposed me, are you ready?"
"To me, from the cosmos of a hundred billion years into the future, you are merely four Yuan Primordial Saints from the Original Era."
"Your power is not even a tenth of mine."
