The Saints found themselves engulfed in immense shock and fear.
Outside.
A myriad of ways were lamenting.
Saint Cundi's Buddhist statue was crumbling inch by inch.
Hong Jun's gaze once again settled upon Ji Changsheng.
"It's your turn!"
...
Ji Changsheng took a deep breath.
Then he expelled all the pent-up frustrations in his chest.
"Adopted Father, I have to admit, I almost wet myself with fear."
Almost.
He was indeed terrified by Hong Jun.
His Adopted Father was truly extraordinary.
This was the reason for Ji Changsheng's previous hesitation.
You never know how many trump cards the world's number one conceals.
No matter how many backups they appear to have, the top spot is always worth reverence.
They suppressed you for so many years for a reason.
But respect is fine.
There's no need to kneel directly.
If your strength doesn't match theirs, there's still a possibility of overtaking from below, otherwise, there's no need to compete.
