From the first banquet of the Divine Emperor Banquet to this moment, Li Tianming had risen to defeat Yan Huachen, a second-tier Eonic God of Destiny, using only his Ghost God combat strength.
His heaven-defying surge in strength was still going.
With such an extraordinary ascent, it was hard for anyone not to take him seriously.
"I thought his moment in the spotlight was the opening banquet's betrothal gifts and the Tianjie poetry gathering. But now it looks like he really has a shot in this contest at the very pinnacle for those under a thousand."
"At least he's made the top eight. He can set his sights on the top four now."
"Granted, he'll have a harder time reaching the top four than anyone else in the top eight, but we can still wait and see!"
Opinion surged across the Divine Emperor Terrace.
Yan Huachen, meanwhile, had been thrown off the banquet stage. Like a stepping stone kicked aside, he rolled back to the Yan clan's area, where silence greeted him.
The Imperial Clans of the human line naturally erupted in cheers.
The Ghost Gods of the Imperial Clans looked rather awkward and could only keep their mouths shut for now.
Judging by the reactions of the elders and geniuses, Li Tianming's forceful entry into the top eight had undoubtedly raised his standing in the eyes of every clan in Xuanting!
The disciples of the Tomb of the Gods furrowed their brows again. Though they had faith in their sect's strongest geniuses, they could still feel Li Tianming's edge!
It was like a thorn at their backs!
Their already cold gazes grew colder without their noticing.
There was a chill among Xuanting's clans too.
It came from the many members of the Yan clan led by Yan Wei, for