As he said this, he was also putting pressure on Li Tianming.
Li Tianming raised an eyebrow and said lightly, "Two hundred and fifty poem plaques. Are you sure you can produce them?"
His obvious "timidity" instantly drew ridicule from the Divine Tomb Cult disciples opposite him.
"He's scared!"
"He's showing his weakness!"
"Senior Brother Mu, I'll back you with three poem plaques!"
"I'll back you too!"
"Take them!"
For a time, poem plaques were tossed directly onto the jade platform one after another.
The originally friendly, elegant poetry gathering had now become like an arena. Everyone kept raising the stakes, "throwing money" into it—and they were all Divine Tomb Cult disciples themselves... All this undoubtedly showed that the Divine Tomb Cult's so-called friendliness and banquet were nothing but laughable disguises. Once the mask was torn away, their desire to suppress others was uglier than anyone's.
In merely a few breaths, the jade platform was already piled full of poem plaques. There were clearly more than two hundred and fifty of them—probably close to three hundred.
One had to know that the Divine Tomb seats in the central area had only possessed a thousand poem plaques in total. Li Tianming had already won eighty, and now another three hundred had been added!
Just as the Divine Tomb Cult disciples were preparing to enjoy Li Tianming making a fool of himself, the brat said unhappily, "Take the extra poem plaques back. I only want your two hundred and fifty!"
The moment those words came out, they seemed rather insulting!
"He's so frightened that he's lost his mind."
"This brat simply doesn't understand the grandeur of our Divine Tomb Cult. Even if he wanted eight hundred poem plaques, we could pile them on for him."
"Just give them all to him. What