“Lu Yun? Top youth sovereign of the world of immortals?” Eyebrows arched, Beicang Qiong gave Lu Yun a once-over. “A pretty, frail little boy like you is the top youth sovereign?”

Beicang Qiong was a peak spirit realm cultivator and a rare genius of his clan. He hadn’t participated in the Dusk tournament two years ago, so he wasn’t inclined to acknowledge Lu Yun’s supposed superiority.

Now that he had the chance, he immediately took the opportunity to challenge Lu Yun. Unlike the Deaf Prince, who was mediocre at best before his xiangliu bloodline awakened, Beicang Qiong was a real genius. Even if he destroyed heaven itself, his clan would clean up after him. He’d opted...