"No need for any more nonsense. If you refuse to accept this, come fight! The Myriad Sects Imperial War speaks through strength. Our historical top twenty wasn't earned with silver tongues. Whatever excuses or reasons you have, defeat us, and this place will naturally be yours." Qianhuan Xianqing pointed at Li Tianming, her face full of indignation.
"No problem. Let strength do the talking—it's perfectly reasonable." Li Tianming agreed at once.
At that moment, Wan Yao and the others all changed expression.
"Brother Tianming, are you crazy? Those are three twelfth-order Godseed Realm cultivators!" Huangfu Yu said, his eyes wide.
Wan Yao also pressed both hands to his temples, trembling in shock. "If we leave right now, we won't lose anything. Why choose to accept this battle?"
Xiang Qin was so shaken that he could only remain silent. He could not even put his current feelings into words.
Ji Xuanjian stood behind the crowd with her arms folded and the corner of her mouth slightly raised, clearly looking forward to the spectacle without any fear of the trouble growing bigger.
As for Ghost Glaze and the others, they were all secretly cursing him as an idiot, while also taking some delight in his misfortune.
On the surface, however, none of them showed it too openly.
"I think that, with the fighting strength on our side, it's not as though we can't fight. Ghost Glaze, don't you agree?" Li Tianming said with a smile, glancing at the other side.
"What do you mean?" Ghost Glaze's relaxed expression from moments ago abruptly turned wary.
"If the people of your Nine-Colored Blood Sect join hands, holding back at least one twelfth-order Godseed Realm cultivator shouldn't be a problem, right?" Li Tianming raised a brow.
"So what? We're only responsible for leading the way.