Ye Shaoqing and Ye Qing had prepared themselves for a battle. As soon as the formation shattered and Tianming approached them, Ye Shaoqing handed him over to Ye Yuxi and stood in front of them.

"Go!"

The corners of Ye Yuxi’s eyes turned red and she pulled Tianming's hand, hastening in the other elders’ direction. A scan of the audience revealed the passion in their eyes—not hatred, but fanaticism and admiration.

As soon as Tianming left the heavenly pattern formation, what he heard was an avalanche of cheers.

"Junior sect master!!” The entire Grand-Orient Sect was roaring for him!

Their fiery eyes expressed exactly how they felt witnessing Tianming defy destiny and killing Yuwen Shendu—the rush, the burst of excitement, the disbelief.

From the very start, the audience could see just how big a gap lay between the two. Tianming’s death was certain. They shook their heads and sighed, helpless as they watched Tianming step into the fatal fight.

But who would argue after the display...