“Boom!” Wang Meng stomped on the stage to fortify his stance before unleashing another fist.

This fist strike glowed golden like a massive yellow ocean and blew the eighth cultivator flying.

The ninth one was a third-level Heaven’s Mandate, a young overlord of this generation from an old sect from Central Royal. He was their First Brother, looking quite gallant and unstoppable in his region. He came here in order to fight against the rest of the world to become famous.

More than ten martial brothers and sisters came to cheer him on. The majority of them was at the Heaven’s Mandate level, meaning that their sect was incredible. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been able to cultivate so many talents.

“First Brother, you can do it!”

“First Brother, take down that Martial Nephew of the demon’s son to boost your fame!”

“Boom!” Wang Meng ferociously attacked without wasting words. He utilized a martial art...