This cold, murderous indifference and sky-filling hatred were more oppressive than any curse words. Xuejing Chan was the first to falter. She asked Li Tianming quietly, "Uncle, should we leave them some room? Many of them are princes' children, the offspring of second-rank high officials. Their status is even higher than Sister Wan's and the others', and countless powerful figures stand behind them."
"By my usual standards, not killing them already counts as restraint. It already counts as leaving them plenty of room." Li Tianming laughed at himself and said calmly, "If my backing were a little more secure, they would all die today."
"Ah..."
Xuejing Chan knew that Li Tianming was angry precisely because they had kidnapped her to threaten him.
Am I really this important in Uncle's heart? Or is this simply his nature? Xuejing Chan's heart was in turmoil as well.
As for the Seventeenth Prince, he realized he could not sway Li Tianming. He had said all he could, so he could only keep quiet.
After all, was there no anger in his heart?
Of course there was.
What did Bai Sha use to keep him in check?
Nothing more than talent and strength.
Seeing Bai Sha suffer a setback in strength and damage to her talent, his twisted heart secretly reveled in it. It felt explosively good.
Thus, his mind burned with fervor as he silently watched Li Tianming. He only wanted to know whether, after this round of silence, Li Tianming would still dare to act!
Would he dare?
Before Jin Sha had fully recovered from her Astral God Origin, when she had only just regained a rudimentary form, Li Tianming fished her out of the Origin Spirit Spring!
"Still staying silent?"
Li Tianming looked at the young, snow-white Jin Sha and asked.
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