In any case, it definitely wasn't nine to one.
With that level of strength as a foundation, Li Tianming's winning more poetry plaques would be useful. Otherwise, even if he won alone, it wouldn't make up for everyone else's losses.
"Next, continue!"
Li Tianming took his seat, and his mood gradually calmed.
Yet within the Divine Tomb Cult's sphere of influence, the commotion caused by his battle just now only grew larger and larger.
Discussions about his Seven-Star Shining Sword Realm were concentrated among the elder powerhouses. Almost everyone was talking about it.
The entire Xuanting Imperial Ruins were spreading the news!
What shocked people was not that Li Tianming had defeated his opponent—that was not worth discussing. What they examined closely was the nature of his fused sword realm!
The more the discussion grew, and the more favorable it became, the more grating it was to An Xuetian and Mu Dongyuan of the An Clan. Their expressions grew uglier and uglier, to the point that they could hardly bear it.
"Just wait. If he keeps showing off like this, there'll eventually be a time when he stumbles. With the Divine Tomb Cult's divine might, once something happens to him, he'll be doomed beyond redemption..." An Xuetian could only console herself this way.
As Mu Dongyuan watched the Divine Tomb Cult's disciples be humiliated once again, she became even colder.
However!
There was someone even colder than her.
That person was among the Divine Tomb Cult's ranks—her younger sister, Mu Dongli!
At that moment, Mu Dongli was seated beside the Left Tomb King in the identity of an ordinary Dao Master. From this position, she naturally had an exceptionally clear view of the Heavenly Street Poetry Gathering.
Li Tianming, Mu Baiyi, Weisheng Moran... she watched every move these young people