"Compared to that, it's better if Qing'er gets a little more tired. At least it won't cost her life. Besides, given the circumstances, no one will care how many times she dances the Flowing Flight Dance, right?" Wei Yang said.
An Ning sighed. "That's true, but this isn't Li Tianming's style. The moment he endures even a little, he'll immediately strike back. Otherwise, he can't stand it."
Wei Yang paused, then rubbed her head in frustration. "You really do understand him."
It was precisely because of Li Tianming's temperament that no one was watching the chaotic battles between the two pairs of men and women in the central area.
Everyone was waiting for the next challenge from the young men and women of the Divine Tomb Cult!
"Who's at the Divine Tomb Cult's third table?"
"I don't know the man. The woman seems to be from the direct line of the Xingxuan Branch. Her name is Xingxuan Yumo."
"What realm is she at?"
"A twelfth-level Chaos Eonic God. Very strong."
"To be nearing a breakthrough into Destiny before a thousand years old is terrifying. You couldn't find many like that even in our Xuanting."
The crowd discussed it one after another.
At last, that battle ended.
This time, Xuanting had won, so Xuanting still had slightly more total poetry plaques in the central area!
However, no one cared about that single plaque.
Everyone looked toward the Divine Tomb Cult's third table!
Although Xingxuan Yumo was a woman, she seemed to be the one in command.
Judging by her dark-red gaze, the killing intent and fury she had gathered earlier had not dissipated in the slightest!
The moment she rose, she took a poetry plaque and pointed it at Li Tianming. Ignoring the poetry gathering altogether, she said coldly, "Li Tianming,