The bone-winged ghost gods convulsed on the spot and turned to look at Li Tianming.
They saw the name on Li Tianming's Imperial Decree and hurriedly said, "Li prodigy, there's really no need for this, is there? If we get desperate and strike back before death, with several eighth-order Myriad Origin Eonic Gods, you won't get off cheaply either."
Li Tianming did not answer them. Instead, he looked toward Ling Ling, Zhao Yan, and the group of Star Realm Clan members.
There was still no warmth in his gaze, but the killing intent from before was gone.
Ling Ling, Zhao Yan, and the others all looked at him nervously, their feelings complicated.
Out of the wolf's den, into the tiger's mouth?
They did not know how this stronger, more mysterious person would treat them.
Li Tianming spoke, his voice steady and cold, carrying unquestionable authority:
"I'll hold onto your Imperial Decrees for now. But I also want to ask you one thing: are you willing to follow me?"
Ling Ling, Zhao Yan, and the others let out a slight breath of relief upon hearing this.
But the bone-winged ghost gods were somewhat dumbfounded. They scarcely dared believe their ears. One ghost god named Lei Zha widened his eyes, pointed at himself, and asked, "Li prodigy, we're qualified to follow you too?"
"Why wouldn't you be? Do I have a grudge against you?" Li Tianming asked.
"Not exactly, but it seems you didn't have one with Lei Qing either..."
"He was the strongest. He had it coming." Li Tianming smiled. "So, what's your answer? Let me make this clear first: if you're unwilling, you can get lost directly. Just leave your Imperial Decrees behind. I give everyone the same opportunity."
"W-We'll think about it!"
Lei Zha actually gritted his teeth, studied