There was no doubt about it: An Ning's furious chest-first smash made the tens of thousands of geniuses present feel their scalps prickle. They weren't the ones she had struck, yet they could almost feel the pain of a mountain crashing down on them!
An Ning had said Xing Xuanyao had gone to the Primordial Imperial Army to show off. Clearly, An Ning's decision to toy with her today carried a personal grudge.
The heavy blow hadn't reduced Xing Xuanyao to Astral God Origin, but it had left her utterly defeated.
The fight at the fourth banquet had reached a point where anyone could see the outcome was settled. There was no need to continue!
Li Tianming and An Ning: both winners!
Yan Chiying and Xing Xuanyao, two of the top ten fighters at the Divine Tomb Banquet: both losers!
After several frustrating banquets, the clans of Xuanting finally had another moment of pure exhilaration. Their young people rose to their feet, Ghost Gods and humans alike shouting themselves hoarse as they cheered for the female general and her male adviser.
The faces of the Divine Tomb followers, by contrast, had long since turned grim. No matter how thoroughly they crushed Xuanting's geniuses, one reversal in a crucial fight was enough to wipe away their sense of superiority...
"Li Tianming! An Ning!"
Millions looked at the two standing on the battle platform. An Ning stood in front, orange hair flying, her black military armor lending her a cold, commanding air. Beside her, Li Tianming had tucked away his edge and looked like the female general's sweet little husband. They seemed a match made in heaven.
But who didn't know that this "sweet little husband" was the real beast?
He only looked docile when he was beside An Ning!
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