The night wind was chilly, the entire mountain desolate, yet the enthusiasm of the Yellow State's people burned like fire, resounding to the heavens.
At the mountaintop, Xu Wanxing, along with the three family patriarchs, Su Guishan, Yang Dongxiong, and others, were still awestruck by the Whale Emperor's Fin Brush, their hearts pounding, ears echoing with a single statement.
Invite all Martial Saints and Demon Kings to compete! Furthermore, let Liang Qu help set the competition rules!
"Gulp."
Xu Wanxing wiped the sweat from his forehead, leaving marks on his sleeves. Even with the two Zeniths of the Xu Family, he had to tread carefully, fearing he might say something wrong. Young Dragon was like the sun in the sky. Just the sight of it would scorch his skin. Such unimaginable figures gathering in one place, competing like the young participants below?
The Great Gathering clouded the Dream and magnified the Zhanghua Building.
How magnificent! How grand!
