Zhou Sichen wore a pained expression as he said, “Class monitor, please show mercy! Don’t damage my handsome face, my life’s happiness depends on it!”

Wang Dong’er laughed. “That can’t be right. I feel that your face is a let-down for all humanity! Let me do some cosmetic surgery for you...”

Yan Shaozhe, who  was standing at the center of the arena, said, “That’s enough, let’s start.” With that, he slowly took a few steps back.

Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong’er, Zhou Sichen, and Cao Jinxuan were classmates. However, they had not trained together for quite some time already. They no longer knew each other well, and their memories of each other were stuck in the past.

The moment Yan Shaozhe said ‘start’, Zhou Sichen immediately released his martial soul.

A thick Treasure Bible hung in mid-air. The light emitted by the Treasure Bible was much more powerful than in the past. Two yellow and two purple rings spun around the thick book, Zhou Sichen was now a four-ringed soul ancestor!...