Her eyes were bloodshot as she looked at Consort Daoyin. "Mother, didn't you say our Holy Blood Clan was the foremost among Ghost Gods, invincible against any Ghost God of the same level? Even your twin stars weren't a match for us. So why can someone with that wretched purple blood crush us like this? Why?"
She was on the verge of collapse, her question coming out in a hysterical scream.
As a member of the royal family, she knew better than anyone just how badly they had been humiliated this time.
It could be said that the Divine Tomb Sect had already achieved most of what it wanted from the Divine Emperor Banquet.
At the very least, the young imperial Ghost Gods had been beaten down. They were beginning to lose faith in themselves!
Whatever confidence Xuanyan still had rested on its imperial human lineages. Li Tianming and Ye Yichen were holding the line; the imperial Ghost Gods had nothing to do with it.
For a time, despair hung over all the Ghost Gods of Xuanyan.
Sighs and helpless, furious outbursts filled the place.
Every Xuanyan Ghost God who had made the final sixteen had now been eliminated!
Princess Mo, Yan Huachen, and the others could only lower their heads. Every member of the royal family and the Yan clan seemed to want a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Zi Zhen had cut down two of their great hopes in succession!
And Zi Zhen was Li Tianming's "concubine"!
If the imperial human lineages drew closer to the Divine Tomb Sect and cast the Ghost Gods of Xuanyan aside for good, the imperial Ghost Gods would be left bleeding on every front. At the very least, they had made fools of themselves at the banquet!
So the Ghost