Wu Yu had returned to the Primordial Immortal Empire camp, to many cheers.

The mystical dragons wanted to throw him high up in the air.

The Primordial Immortal Empire was triumphant, stretching their legs after being pressed down for so long.

In the history of the Primordial Immortal Empire, they had never entered the top 100 before. Wu Yu had immediately shot to second place.

"Actually, we'll already be satisfied even if you're in second place. You'll have shown the Sky Chariot Dragon King already. His son taking the win will just be a meager scrap of cloth for them to hide their faces behind." Wu Hao chuckled gleefully.

"They were so rude to you. Best not leave them even that scrap," Wu Yu said.

Wu Hao was a little stunned. He asked, "Are you really going to go for it? You should know that Tian Ming has waited 9,000 years for this day. If you really win, it will be really cruel to him."

Wu Yu said, "I don't know what the result will be, but I must strive hard. As for cruelty, I think that strength should prevail. Since I joined, and since he could not stop me, that is his fate, and not at all cruel."

Cultivation was plunder.

"In any case, I support you going...