Ten poem cards!
Huangji Yan and Taicang Yin threw out all their poem cards, staking all their challenge opportunities on a single throw of the dice!
It was clear just how desperately these young men and women of the Divine Tomb Cult wanted to take down Li Tianming.
If they waited any longer, their hundred pairs of "immortal couples" might no longer be able to show their faces!
The two of them even entered the arena directly, and this display of momentum invisibly placed pressure on Li Tianming.
So, would Li Tianming accept the challenge?
"They slapped ten poem cards right in his face. If he doesn't dare fight, his momentum will leak away, and he'll become nothing but a laughingstock."
"He proposed these terms himself!"
"In that case, if he accepts, Huangji Yan and Taicang Yin must win. Otherwise, if they let this brat seize the initiative again, with how crafty he is, who knows what new conditions he'll raise!"
The Divine Tomb Cult's loss in Mu Baibai and Lin Xiaodao's match was equivalent to giving Li Tianming bargaining chips to raise the stakes. The more the Divine Tomb geniuses wanted to defeat him, the more chips he would have!
Only by crushing and crippling him could they smash his bargaining chips to pieces. Otherwise, they would merely give him the chance to keep piling them up!
"They're both twelfth-level Chaos Eonic Gods, and both are direct descendants of supreme bloodlines. They're even stronger than the direct line of the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan. There shouldn't be a problem."
"I heard Huangji Yan has Origin-grade warbeasts, and two of them at that..."
"The hand this pair holds is indeed several times stronger than Mu Baibai's group!"
"Li Tianming has kicked an iron plate this time. I bet he'll play dead