On the Divine Tomb Sect's side, whether it was those seated on the Divine Emperor Terrace or the spectators hidden amid the distant clouds and mist, all wore cold expressions. In their eyes, Wei Yang had already been branded with Li Tianming's label—she was practically half a Li Tianming appearing in person. Naturally, she was once again stirring their fury and trampling on their dignity.
"Kill her!"
"Xing Xuanzhao, open your Astral Realm and force yourself on her right there! Make Li Tianming cry on the spot!"
"Charge her to death!"
The funny thing was that the Divine Tomb Sect disciples, who had always been renowned for their civilization, refinement, friendliness, and magnanimity, could no longer be bothered to wear sheep's clothing after suffering one setback after another. In their rage and humiliation, quite a few young geniuses spewed vile insults and filthy obscenities, their words utterly unpleasant to hear.
If they had not been driven desperate by defeat, they clearly would have kept up their sanctimonious act for a while longer.
All the clans of Xuanting saw their true colors clearly.
It was not as though the young people of Xuanting's various clans possessed such lofty manners either. When they were driven frantic by defeat, they cursed as well; without elders to restrain them, they could curse just as viciously.
The difference was simply that they did not whitewash their own civilization and refinement, nor did they boast about their hospitality.
In any case!
At present, between Xuanting and the Divine Tomb Sect, the confrontation and hatred among those under ten thousand years old had become extraordinarily fierce. Clearly, all the young people were hot-blooded and volatile.
Hearing those filthy insults, the young people of Xuanting's various clans could no longer hold back either.
"What kind of heaven-defying nonsense