Li Tianming sheathed the Eastern Emperor Sword.
After all, she had admitted it herself—he had won. That meant this wager should be over.
Jiang Qingluan stepped back, staring at him expressionlessly. "Li Tianming, according to the wager, you won. These Radiant Gleams are yours. From now on, you have nothing to do with us. Starting today, do not set foot in the Vermilion Bird Star Prison again!"
Seeing her so merciless, Li Tianming understood.
The imperial daughter of the Vermilion Bird Star Prison was not truly heartless toward him. Rather...
She had to put on a show before everyone so she could openly and legitimately give him the Radiant Gleams!
Through their battle just now, he had felt what lay within her heart.
Though he did not know what had happened a hundred thousand years ago, Li Tianming could sense her feelings for him...
He still wanted to ask her something.
But Jiang Qingluan gave him no chance, leaving only these words: "Little thief, don't get smug. Once I break through in my cultivation, I will definitely challenge you again and wash away today's humiliation!"
With those words, she casually tossed out a huge pile of Radiant Gleams.
In an instant, endless brilliant red light flooded the sky, nearly drowning Li Tianming. Even his Eonic God body was dyed crimson!
By the time Li Tianming had painstakingly gathered up all those red spheres, without even checking their quantity, Jiang Qingluan had already vanished from before him.
"Little Li, something's going on here." Only then did Yinghuo finally dare poke its head out. With a snicker, it said, "If that had been a man just now, wouldn't your sword have blown his chrysanthemum wide open?"
"In the end, he couldn't bear to hurt a beauty." White Night sighed.
"Don't talk nonsense."