As Li Tianming's final two words fell, Mu Baiyi's face looked as though someone had stamped it with a seal, twisting until it was covered in bloody marks.
He watched Lin Xiaodao still convulsing, while his younger sister was tethered by Li Tianming like a dog, kneeling before him-a sight too miserable to bear.
These were descendants of the Divine Tomb Sect's Muxue Lineage!
When had they ever suffered such humiliation in Xuanting?
And at the Divine Emperor's Banquet, where face mattered more than anything!
It wasn't just Mu Baiyi. Among the hundred-plus elite geniuses of the Divine Tomb Sect opposite them, many had eyes that turned blood-red, volcanoes erupting in their chests. Their disgust and hatred for Li Tianming had undoubtedly reached the extreme!
Whoosh!
One Divine Tomb Sect disciple after another abruptly rose, murderous intent surging to the heavens. They even clenched their fists, clearly intending to attack.
"Kill him!"
Someone let out a low growl, unable to restrain themselves. In that instant, dozens of Divine Tomb Sect disciples actually left their seats and charged toward the jade platform.
Such a loss of control had never happened once since the Divine Emperor's Banquet began!
And this was the supposedly most "friendly" event, the Heavenly Street Poetry Gathering.
But Li Tianming knew why it had never happened before: Xuanting's various clans rarely gained the upper hand. Xuanting's youths certainly wouldn't lash out together at a Divine Tomb Sect disciple out of humiliation... Thus, their decision to attack also revealed just how high and mighty the Divine Tomb Sect disciples considered themselves.
It was the same old story: when they won, they were refined and elegant; when they lost, they flew into a rage.
"Heh."
Li Tianming wasn't worried about being mobbed at all. If things truly came to that,