On a mountain somewhere in the Hell of Mahānata, Roc Glory and Princess Saddharma of the Rocfolk were looking at the mental image of the immortal ranking list, and Yang Qi’s name at the very top of it.

No one could possibly have predicted that this would happen.

“Incredible,” Roc Glory said. “He killed all the elites from the Lionfolk, even Lion Hightower. And after that, he shot right to first place. There’s no way that Mammoth Manyvoids, Finest Magic, Stunning Beheader, and the sixth step Great Sages are going to just sit on their laurels. They're definitely going to try to kill Yang Qi to take first place.

“Sister, considering that we Rocfolk can attain unmatchable speed, why don't we head over and see how things turn out? If they all gang up on Yang Qi, maybe we can eek out some good fortune.”

“Hold on a second,” Princess Saddharma said. “Brother, are you saying that we should try killing Yang Qi too? He’s the son of the Holy Mother, and I'm with the female Demonfolk. I need to support the Holy Mother! If I took...