Amidst the silence, Jun Dongyao's eyes shone like liquid gold, two dazzling suns staring at Tianming; it was a gaze so oppressive it was hard for him to look up.

"Yes, Elysian King." Tianming's eyes burned, but he never blinked. This wasn’t just a test of strength, but of willpower as well.

"I heard you’re a pentabane comparable to the first ancestor of the Li Saint Clan?" asked Jun Dongyao.

Sooner or later, news of this would spread. It couldn’t be concealed.

"That's right," admitted Tianming.

"Show me your bane-rings," said Jun Dongyao.

"The bane-rings are merely a representation. Elysium King, you may refer to my previous performance. If you have any doubts, please continue watching my performance in the Realm Wars," replied Tianming.

"Hahaha...." Jun Dongyao couldn't help laughing.

However, he was the only one who found it funny. Everyone else wore cold expressions on their faces.

"No one from the Grand-Orient Sect has dared speak like this to us for a long time." Shaking his head,...