How bizarre!
Yet Jiang Linxi still could not figure out what other card he had up his sleeve.
The white-haired youth stood before this crowd of Yan Realm powerhouses and over five million people, chatting and laughing with ease!
"Xing Daoyin, this thing belongs to your son, doesn't it? It seemed to be called Star Cicada Silk Robe! Come, come, I'll give it back to you."
Li Tianming began pulling out the belongings left behind by the dead, one item after another.
"This Nine Yang Imperial Seal belonged to Luori Guiyang? Which of you wants to take it back?... Hahaha, just teasing you. This is an Emperor-Heaven-grade heavenly origin artifact—we're keeping it!" He smiled at Luori Ying.
"What's this? Oh, Xing Yue's sword! And what's this? Oh, clothes torn apart by Xing Baizhan... Cough, cough!"
More than five million people watched him in dead silence!
Though none of them spoke, the fury in their hearts had long erupted like a volcano, nearly blasting their chests apart.
No one could understand it!
Wasn't he afraid of dying?
Or had he wanted to kill himself all along?
"The remaining time of the Dao Arena isn't even enough for him to reach that starsea divine vessel!" Jiang Linxi and Mo Dong looked at each other.
"He's dead for sure." Mo Fan let out a breath. "This is good too. It saves us some suspense!"
If they had let Long Qian act, they would have been somewhat worried that the brat might escape!
Now, the overall situation was settled!
Other than this brat angering them until their heads felt like splitting apart, everything was fine!
"Jiang Linxi!" Li Tianming stood merely five meters from Xing Daoyin. With his back to the Zhantian God Clan, he faced Jiang Linxi!
"What do you want to say?"