As the granddaughter of the Saint Martial Manor’s manor lord, Huang Ziting had already gotten used to being domineering.

“It’s too troublesome if you two come at me individually. Both of you come at me at the same time,” said Tianming. He wasn’t addicted to killing, but there was no way he could let his opponent go when he was being bullied.

His words made Huang Ziting and Jiang Yanwu exchange a confused look. But a short moment later, Jiang Yanwu couldn't help laughing out. With an exaggerated expression, Huang Ziting asked, “Li Tianming, do you have any idea about our cultivation?”

“Aren’t the two of you just dogs lingering in the tomb? What has it got to do with me?” Tianming retrieved the Grand-Orient Sword.

“You!!” Huang Ziting’s anger immediately shot through the roof. She pushed away Jiang Yanwu and irritably said, “I’ll personally teach you a lesson. Since it’s a waste for you to have a tongue, I’ll cut it for you.”

“Tingting, calm down. Don’t get so...