Unfortunately, Li Tianming no longer needed to take that lying down. He raised a brow at Weisheng Moran and said with a grin, "Why should I? Don't tell me every other Destiny Eonic God has some woman by their side that I'd disdain to toss into a garbage heap?"
Let alone everyone else—even Weisheng Moran herself wanted to cry when she heard that. Though it was fake, though it was to keep protecting her, it was still far too heartbreaking!
Her eyes immediately reddened. She stood there in disarray atop the jade platform, looking pitiful and moving.
Now, everyone on the Divine Tomb Cult's side, men and women alike, would sympathize with her and continue cursing Li Tianming.
Meanwhile, on the Xuanting side, she continued maintaining her image as a heartless woman whose face had been viciously slapped.
Li Tianming would naturally find time to comfort her properly and deeply. But at this moment, he did not even spare her a glance. He strode straight past her and scooped up the two hundred and fifty poetry plaques from the ground!
It truly was one enormous armful!
Holding those plaques, Li Tianming looked toward the Divine Tomb Cult and sneered coldly, "I don't care how you calculate your rules. Heaven and earth may be vast, but a wager is the greatest of all. I personally seized these plaques from your hands. Even if you shamelessly tally them back in the end, in the hearts of all Xuanting, we've claimed your two hundred and fifty!"
With that, he carried the heavy plaques over and slammed them onto his Ninety-Five Supreme table. Beside him, An Qing stared at the mountain of plaques piled there until she went numb!
As for the poetry plaques, the talented men and women of the Divine Tomb Cult