With those words, this battle was set in stone!
Li Tianming finally dared to make a move at this Heavenly Street Poetry Gathering, and this time, he could only rely on his real skills. No more blowing up Ji Ji...
The eyes of over a million people were now fixed upon that jade platform, and hardly anyone looked away again.
Wei Wenlan, An Ning, Wei Yang, and the others could not help but grow tense as well.
Especially since Li Tianming had chosen a two-on-two battle, which meant An Qing would be taking the field. As the Grand Marshal's granddaughter, her safety—and the Divine Tomb Cult's attitude toward her—were matters of great concern.
As for An Xuetian, Mu Dongyuan, and the other noblewomen, they all smiled beneath their composed faces. They all knew that the Divine Tomb Cult disciples challenging Li Tianming had divided their feast into appetizers and main courses.
And An Qing was the appetizer they absolutely had to take down. Only after serving the appetizer could they bring out the main course, right?
Across from the jade platform in Heavenly Street's central district, the hundred pairs of Divine Tomb Cult genius "couples" saw Li Tianming finally take the bait and choose a monster like Lin Xiaodao as his opponent. They all smiled meaningfully.
"Those who commit evil bring ruin upon themselves."
As Mu Baibai's elder brother, Mu Baiyi merely shook his head coldly.
Naturally, he also glanced at Weisheng Moran now and then, deliberately or otherwise. Yet she remained as aloof and icy as ever, leaving him somewhat speechless.
The old feelings are still there, huh? Seeing him admit defeat, you don't seem all that disappointed? Then just wait and watch him break down...
Mu Baiyi sat upright, a cold tide surging through his heart.
At that