When Qi Tianmu Chen heard the news, he was only mildly annoyed. The refined mood he had just worked up had been disturbed.
He did not feel the slightest bit worried. In this Great Yin Realm, nearly everyone was one of his own. Even if Sacred Ancestors of the Hellfiend Clan or the Sui Shen Clan entered, they would not dare rob the gains of the Valley Master's youngest son.
However!
The moment he saw the newcomer, his scalp went numb!
Cold light flashed, and purple mist spread!
A man completely shrouded in purple mist, impossible to see clearly, suddenly charged into the ancient tomb. The instant he entered, everything in sight became entwined with purple fog!
It was Li Tianming, who had rushed over at full speed after Silver Dust's warning.
Well, well!
The moment he entered, he saw Qi Tianmu Chen reclining in the arms of a group of beauties, using Yin-Yang Evilfire to absorb their excitement as his hands roamed freely.
Such a flock of warblers and swallows were all drunk on Qi Tianmu Chen. Pairs of jade-like hands were tending to him all over.
"Your eyes must be bleeding with envy, huh?" Yinghuo teased.
"Bleeding my ass. What's the use of having so many? Not a single one is as pretty as my Ling'er," Li Tianming snapped.
"Exactly. Wouldn't fifty Little Fish sisters be far more fragrant than this?" Lanhuang could not help adding.
Unlike Li Tianming and Yinghuo's mental communication, this fellow directly shouted through Li Tianming's right knee and foot in its booming voice. It was so loud that the entire ancient tomb trembled from its shout.
"Fuck!"
Li Tianming was nearly reduced to tears by its stupidity. He hurriedly cursed, "Shut the hell up already!"
Fortunately, the eight people opposite did not identify