Chapter 3767 - One Punch
Tianming's actions were incredibly eccentric, but Jiang Linxi simply couldn't figure out what other trump card he could have. They all watched as the white-haired youth boldly mocked them, despite being outnumbered five million to one!
"Xing Daoyin, this is your son's right? I think he called it the cicada silk suit! Come here! I'll give it back." Tianming began handing over the belongings of the dead one after another.
"This Ninesun Imperial Seal was Luori Guiyang's, right? Which one of you wants it back? Hahaha! I'm just messing with you! It's an imperial-class artifact, of course I'm keeping it!" He smirked at Luori Ying.
"Oh, what is this? Xing Yue's sword! And this is the dress that Xing Baizhan tore apart! Ahem!"
The five-million-plus spectators quietly watched him. Even though they didn't say anything, their rage was threatening to blow their heads up. Nobody knew why he was so fearless! Had he planned to get himself killed from the very beginning?
"The remaining time the Heavenly Dao Arena will stay active is no longer enough for him to flee to his ship!" Jiang Linxi said.
"He's dead for sure." Mo Fan breathed a sigh of relief. "That's better. We'll have one less thing to worry about."
They had been worried that Tianming would escape even from Long Qian's attack, but things were now set in stone. Everything else was going well and all they had to endure was some provocation from the brat.
"Jiang Linxi!" Tianming called out, still standing five meters away from Xing Daoyin, back facing him.
"What?" she coldly sneered.