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!0

"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.1

"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.0

"Oh, what is this? Xing Yue's sword! And...0