"All I can say is that the brat got lucky. The Divine Emperor Banquet really isn't the right place. Once this feast is over, perhaps we'll have our chance," Madam Meixing said viciously.
"Let's see whether Wuji can destroy the Ancestral Marshal's Realm Starball today," the Northern Star King said coldly.
The others who heard this fell into thought.
Yuwen Zhulin's heart jolted. They're already planning around the Realm Starball. Looks like the Xingxuan Lineage really sees that brat as a thorn in its eye. The Muxue, Taicang, and Huangji Lineages will probably follow suit. If Mu Dongli can persuade the sect leader's Tomb God Lineage, the whole sect will stand united. Then Old Man Battle Maniac won't have a say...
He couldn't help sneering. When he looked again at Li Tianming, who had just stepped onto the banquet stage, his gaze was as though he were looking at a dead man.
Go on, be arrogant! At the end of that road lies nothing but death!
Hum! Hum!
Amid a tide of countless thoughts, Li Tianming seemed to be lifted by hundreds of thousands of people and pushed straight onto the banquet stage.
The scene was worlds apart from the opening gift ceremony.
Back then, no one had wanted him to represent them. They had treated it as a show, watching coldly as he was humiliated.
Now his support surpassed Prince Cang's and Ye Yichen's. He had become the most popular person in Xuanting, and every group there—even the imperial Ghost God clan—was clamoring for Li Tianming to represent them!
He plainly had the bearing of a supreme ruler once more.
When Li Tianming's presence could nearly match that of the Left Tomb King's son across from him, it showed just how staggering his popularity had become!
After all,