“Jiang Chengfeng!” Someone yelled among the audience. When Jiang Chengfeng raised his head, that person continued, “Cripple his saint palace and cut his legs off!”

“Someone’s trying to ride on our heads, so break his legs! Destroy his wishful thinking!”

“Hahaha!”

After so many years of inheritance and development, there were just too many people from the royal family. Their laughter caused the hundreds of thousands of spectators to laugh along.

“Okay!” Jiang Chengfeng could feel his blood boiling from the cheers.

Honestly speaking, it would be good if a third of the seats would be filled in the previous final ranking battles, and most that came were elders. But today, Jiang Chengfeng knew that his position in the Divine Capital would rise if he made everyone happy. He turned his cold gaze onto Ye Lingfeng, who was holding two daggers. He felt jealous when he saw the number of saintly heavenly patterns on them.

“A bumpkin from the Grand-Orient Realm can...