"You!" Suishen Yong stared wide-eyed, furious from humiliation.0

Unbothered by his expression, Tianming stepped on the man’s face and pulled out the Grand-Orient Sword. Suishen Yong fell to the ground once more, covered in wounds and shivering in pain.0

"The strongest non-foundationeer? From now on, the title is mine." Tianming's words made Suishen Yong spew blood. He was so angry he couldn't find the words to refute him.0

He had been defeated! The gold myriadpath ring determined that he had been severely injured, without any possibility of turning his defeat into victory. The Fortuna Arena opened back up. Tianming's red-and-black name moved up to nineteenth place...0