Chu Lingxian's curse brought rolling thunder from the heavens, striking atop everyone's heads.
As soon as these words were spoken, not only did the usual calm of the divine beings' faces give way to an embarrassed blush, but even Xie Tian couldn't help but open his eyes, looking speechlessly at his brother who was adept at making others look impressive.
"Why are you looking at me?"
Seeing everyone glaring at him, Chu Lingxian's heart shuddered, and he confidently pointed at Xie Tian, shouting, "The divine son chased him for tens of thousands of miles to this place, and he still hasn't died. I saw it with my own eyes, he..."
"Say less!"
Tian Yi's face under the veil was unsightly, pulling Chu Lingxian back behind him, then lowered his head.
All the people from the Tian family lowered their heads, silently cursing Chu Lingxian as a fool, having just been plunged into vast shock!
And this shock still came from Chu Lingxian's curse—how is he not dead?
