Once Yinghuo and the others had all returned and withdrawn their Astral Realms, Li Tianming turned back to look at Yue Li Youlan.
She was still the closest to both the battlefield and Li Tianming!
At that moment, her entire body was stiff as iron. Even her narrow Primordial Chaos pupils were opened wide, her eyes nearly taking up half her face.
The chaotic nebulae around them seemed to have fallen into motionless deathly silence. In this vast starry sky of the real universe, it was as though even a grain of stardust had been frozen in place.
Amid such radiant starlight, Li Tianming suddenly grinned and asked Yue Li Youlan, "Now tell me, will ten years in the Ancestral Soul Pool work for me?"
Hearing that, Yue Li Youlan would inevitably recall how she had mocked Li Tianming before. Her face, her internal organs, seemed to petrify and crack apart.
Yet this time, she did not fly into a rage. Instead, an awkward emotion suddenly welled up within her. She turned her head away, not daring to meet Li Tianming's teasing eyes.
Such a reaction meant that, deep down, she had truly been beaten into submission by Li Tianming. This was not merely on the level of talent, but in every field including the limits of combat power. It made this proud noble girl of the Primordial Chaos Clan set aside her sense of superiority and feel ashamed of her own inferiority.
Li Tianming was quite satisfied with her reaction, because it meant she would most likely stop causing trouble for him.
If she stopped causing trouble for him, she would no longer target Mo Li and the other outsiders of the Earth Origin Camp. That put Li Tianming somewhat more at ease.
Petty people were hard to guard