That Xing Xuanyao, relying on her mother being a Divine Vessel Envoy and her uncle the Left Tomb King, had always run rampant through the Divine Tomb Cult. Not only did no one dare provoke her—many did not even dare glance at her.
To her, the various clans of Xuanting outside the Divine Tomb Cult were no different from uncivilized country savages and beasts. Before the Divine Emperor Banquet, she had not regarded any prince or princess as worthy of notice.
And now, An Ning—a mere peripheral woman of the An Clan, not even an heir to her clan—not only refused to bow her head before her, but even struck her with words!
An Ning's contemptuous, indifferent expression was like ten thousand slaps landing on Xing Xuanyao's face. It would not kill her, but it could compress Xing Xuanyao's fury into a hellish volcano!
At that moment, Xing Xuanyao's volcano erupted.
Seeing flames suddenly spew from Xing Xuanyao's eyes and killing intent soar to the heavens, Li Tianming secretly thought, They say the flatter the front, the worse the temper; the sea embraces a hundred rivers, and softness is greatness... It really is true!
Someone like An Ning had been in the military since childhood. She looked individualistic, decisive, and hard to provoke, yet Li Tianming knew that deep in her bones, she was kind and gentle. That was precisely why so many soldiers of the Primordial Imperial Army regarded her as a goddess.
But Xing Xuanyao was furious to this extent. When it came to making a move against An Ning, there was no way she would let the stronger Yan Chiying take the field instead.
"Drive that cheap chicken to the side!" Xing Xuanyao said in a low voice to Yan Chiying, her eyes like furnaces.
Before Yan