“What?!”

“This is too crazy, right?!”

“He’s testing us all by himself?”

“Is his spiritual force enough?”

“You kidding me?”

Instantly, the whole audience roared in clamor. However, this racket swiftly abated. This was because Xu Yangyi’s title was quite long.

Disciple of Daomaster Ancientpine. The Nantong Province Paragon of five years ago. A survivor from under Vermilion Snow’s hand. The pill master’s sole liaison and… an A-rank Legion Commander.

If it was only one title, it was possible that some people would even believe it to be luck. But so many titles… none dared to believe this was luck anymore.

“Well said!” Before the voices even fell, a loud shout echoed. “Dongshan Province’s Meng Clan! This generation’s seventh-ranked disciple, Meng Butong. Please confer your teaching!”

Donned in black ancient-style martial attire, a man with a crew cut leaped over a dozen meters and landed right on the martial stage.

Boom! As he fell, the sand and dust that covered the ground rose up. Even countless cracks extended from where the soles of his feet were. He wasn’t that tall, roughly around 1.7 meters, but from this, it was further visible how astonishing his mass was! He was practically a 500 kilogram weight!

“Fellow Daoist Xu.” He prudently cupped his hands. “Today, in the presence of...