An Ning was rather thin-skinned when it came to "marriage," and had originally planned to head straight for the Divine Tomb Cult.
However, after she reported the earth-shaking good news of breaking through two levels in a row to her parents, King Anyang strongly insisted that she return to the An Clan and set off together with the clan's banquet delegation.
It just so happened that the An Heavenly Emperor Manor lay along the route from the War God Vortex to the Divine Tomb Cult. It was merely on the way.
This time, when Li Tianming went out with An Ning again, he did not need Silver Dust's reports to clearly sense that, on the bustling streets of the Imperial Ruins, those unfamiliar passersby harbored far less killing intent toward him.
The number of assassins would surely plummet!
"Perhaps even the person offering the bounty will, under the pressure of Ancestor Marshal An Lutian, abandon this method of killing me."
Now that Li Tianming was the An Clan Emperor's granddaughter's husband, someone protected by Ancestor Marshal Realm Starball, his weight was far too great. He was no longer duckweed without roots; in truth, most people could no longer afford to provoke him.
That included the Northern Suppression Star King!
From being plunged once more into the killing crisis of the Ten Million Nebula Sacrifice to becoming the envy of all, it had taken no more than a single marriage contract.
"Seven natal Astral Realms! Even if they belonged to battle beasts, being able to merge them together is still utterly heaven-defying."
"No wonder the An Clan Emperor is so delighted with him!"
"The only pity is that his realm is a little low. Who knows whether that is temporary or permanent? If his realm cannot keep up in the long