“Long Chen, do you have any final words?”

Han Tianyu’s aura surged powerfully, shocking everyone. He was like a regent looking down upon Long Chen.

“Is this all?” Long Chen was a bit startled.

“What do you mean?” said Han Tianyu icily.

“I mean, is this your trump card?” asked Long Chen

“Correct. I’ve already stepped into the Meridian Opening realm and am at the third Heavenstage. I’ve already thrown you off far into the distance. Now I can crush you as easily as an ant,” sneered Han Tianyu.

“Why does that sound so familiar?” Long Chen frowned and then suddenly clapped his hands, exclaiming, “Ah, I remember! A while ago, there was an idiot who said something like that to me. As a result, I ended up slapping him in the face. Could it be that you’re related to that idiot?”

“Bastard!” Before Han Tianyu could reply, a fat man in the distance roared.

That person was the one who had been slapped in the face four times by Long Chen, Sha Tonghai. The opening of the supermonastery’s death-deciding...