"Lin Feng, I indeed underestimated you. I didn't think that your actual level would be closer to an eighth-level stellaminor. Who would've thought that the clan registry would be mistaken.... But you're already a hundred, after all, so it's only normal for you to be at that level. So, you aren't complete trash after all! However, what happens today still won’t change. Only a truly talented person can become the heir of my branch." Lin Xiuzhu pointed his sword at Tianming when he was done pontificating.

Ying Huo and Meow Meow, one perched on Tianming’s head and the other standing on his shoulder, glared at Lin Xiuzhu. The rest were helping out the girls. Naturally, Tianming also had his divine wonder with him.

"Are you done flapping your mouth?" he calmly said as the crowd watched.

"Hmph." Lin Xiuzhu didn't waste any more words. He charged toward the vile beast that was Tianming like a warrior that carried the hopes of the second branch. Tianming didn't have all his lifebound beasts by his side, and Feiling wasn't there, either. Even this clash was unfair to some degree, but that didn't deter Lin Xiuzhu from attacking with all of...