At this moment, Zhao Hongyuan, Ghost Ash, and the others all wore incomparably cold gazes.
"Suppressing five disciples of our sect—just what secret does this brat possess?" Ghost Ash said coldly.
"No matter what he has, daring to humiliate people of the Nine-Colored Blood Sect like this means he must pay the price!" Ghost Chen looked toward Li Dixiao and the others, his eyes icy.
The entire team had lost their treasures. Even though their Ganfeng Rings had not been destroyed, trying to catch back up in points would be as difficult as climbing to the heavens!
It could only be said that Li Tianming had merely left them a sliver of hope.
Of course, anyone with even a shred of reason knew that if not for this, Li Tianming could have left them without even that faint hope.
Li Tianming had forcefully defeated the enemy and resolved the crisis, and Li Dixiao's mood improved considerably as a result.
Though they would henceforth become enemies with the Ten Wings Ancient Sect, and perhaps even the Nine-Colored Blood Sect, Li Dixiao also understood the saying: if it is fortune, it is not disaster; if it is disaster, one cannot hide from it.
Just as Li Tianming had once said, the Myriad Sects Imperial War was an opportunity for "weaker" outer-region sect geniuses such as them to come to Beacon Ruins and display their talents.
Now that they had encountered it, with Li Tianming's temperament, he would absolutely never admit defeat.
After their initial astonishment, Li Dixiao and Xuan Tianque were now chatting with smiles, while the people of the Nine-Colored Blood Sect watched until they were nearly gnashing their teeth, utterly unable to vent their fury.
After all, with an inspector like Xuan Tianque present, whoever privately started a major fight,