With the elders' tacit approval, what was supposedly a friendly Divine Emperor Banquet had erupted into earth-shaking battle cries during the opening feast gift. What an irony.
Yet who had any objections?
The Left Tomb King and everyone from the Divine Tomb Cult seemed to have none.
Among the Xuanting forces represented by Dao Yinfei, there did not seem to be many objectors either.
Li Tianming had been placed in the middle and sent onto this battlefield. There were only so many people who truly cared about his fate.
Even within Xing Xuan Wuji's natal Astral Realm, he could hear those earth-shaking cries of slaughter loud and clear.
Even he was taken aback.
"Is this really necessary? I don't have any deep-seated grudge against your Divine Tomb Cult."
Yet the intensity of those battle cries made it sound as though he and they shared an irreconcilable hatred.
Was it because he had once defiled their goddess?
Or were the white swans simply too proud and too indifferent? To them, his life was merely a toy, something to amuse themselves with.
Speechless.
With those killing cries ringing around him, Li Tianming looked again at the radiant opponent before him.
Xing Xuan Wuji!
He had already trapped Li Tianming to death within this colorful-star natal Astral Realm!
At this moment, he stood loftily above all, wearing a gentle smile like a spring breeze. He was gathering the power of chaotic nebulae while sealing Li Tianming off from absorbing the chaotic nebulae of this Astral Realm, turning him completely into a prisoner!
The moment an Astral Realm Clan began an Astral Realm seal, it signaled that they were going all out in battle.
Li Tianming shook his head as he looked at Xing Xuan Wuji. "Brother Xing Xuan, I've already admitted defeat. You