"Clown."
At the height of his glory, a bit of amusement suddenly leaped onto his stage. Wen Tianyao was naturally speechless; after all, the rhythm had been interrupted for a moment.
However, he was in no hurry.
He might as well treat it as an interlude, a little amusement.
Thus, he folded his arms and silently watched Li Tianming with a leisurely yet scrutinizing attitude, saying nothing.
The others more or less had the same attitude.
Outsiders were outsiders.
Those not of our kind must harbor different hearts—those eight words had been nailed into everyone's skulls.
"Since that's the case, show us."
Senior Sister Liu did not wish to waste time either. Letting him demonstrate was the quickest way to send him off the stage.
"Thank you."
Li Tianming said this, then took a step back. Before everyone's eyes, he placed his fingers on the black sword ring on his left ear. With a light tug, he removed the earring.
"What kind of laughable astral puppet is th—"
Just as Yang Mianmian was utterly speechless and began to say this, the black sword ring in Li Tianming's hand suddenly transformed. Amid the spreading black Dark Gold Sword Demise, in an instant, an exquisite and lively young girl with pink hair and black eyes appeared on the stage. The words "Emperor's Wrath" danced like dragons and phoenixes across her pupils!
This was absolutely something no one had expected!
The pink-haired, black-eyed girl gleamed crystal-bright all over, with snow-white skin, domineering eyes, and an arrogant bearing. She looked as though she considered herself number one under heaven; every gesture radiated disdain, as if she found everyone displeasing to the eye.
Yet her appearance was far too pretty. Such delicate, transcendent beauty made everyone fail to realize at first that she was an