Li Tianming could clearly feel Jiang Qingluan's fury.
An angry woman was not to be provoked—this was a lesson bought with blood and tears...
So he was very straightforward and decided to first see what Jiang Qingluan had in mind.
Seeing him so "obedient," Jiang Qingluan gave a furious snort. "Since you could marry those four Heavenly Emperors through a wager, making a bet with me shouldn't be a problem, should it?"
"Please, go on," Li Tianming said.
"The three of them have wanted to challenge you for a long time. You defeated Cang Shentu before, so fight all three of them at once. If you win, you can take those lousy red balls." Jiang Qingluan's slender figure shifted slightly to the side.
Xing Que, Chen Yao, and Chen Hao, standing behind her, finally met Li Tianming's gaze.
One against three!
Li Tianming glanced at the three of them. By now, they were all seventh-level Ancient Eonic Gods, in the same realm as Cang Shentu, with seventy-thousand-meter Eonic God bodies. Especially with the three of them standing together, their oppressive presence was overwhelming!
To Li Tianming, the feeling was rather strange.
It was as though he had run into a few old friends he had not seen for many years.
Yet he knew very well that the three before him were not the same three from the Vermilion Bird Kingdom.
At Jiang Qingluan's words, the three young Ancient Eonic Gods immediately stepped forward.
Chen Yao was the youngest among them, but his talent was the highest, and he was now the strongest.
Among the three, he faintly occupied the leading position.
He stopped not far from Li Tianming. Starlight flowed across his Eonic God body, and fire seemed to burn within his pupils as he looked over with soaring battle