When Tianming turned back, Ning Wushuang had already risen on her feet with blood still flowing from her forehead into her eyes. But she didn’t wipe the blood away, making her seem more vicious.

“What’s the matter?” Tianming asked.

“It’s nothing,” Ning Wushuang sneered. Picking up her Hurricanesnow Saber, she staggered and returned to the crowd. Although everyone had opened a path for her, she didn’t seem so impressive in their eyes anymore. After all, her defeat was hard for the younger generation of the Ancient Qilin Clan to accept, and they felt terrible at this moment. Most importantly, there wasn’t anyone who could defeat Tianming!

Ning Wushuang wasn’t old, and the Ancient Qilin Clan still had other geniuses. But some of them were in the middle layer of the Infernal Soul Formation, and the stronger ones among them were in the Decimo Dao Palace. So, as a result, they could only bear their frustrations. Right now, if anyone dared to insult Tianming, then they would become the next Baili Zhuixing.

“Big Sister Bai.” Tianming walked back.

“Tianming, you're only an obedient child when you’re in front of me.” Bai Zijing...