Golden Dragon lay splayed on the ground after Lu Yun's departure. Though he ground his teeth with indignation, there was nothing he could do about the situation.

Qing Ting’s stroke had carried so much weight that it broke apart all of the methods circulating inside his body. He wouldn’t be able to muster any strength within a short period of time.

“And what’re you looking at?” Golden Dragon snorted with annoyance when he noticed other people sizing him up. “Didn’t you see them take my identity token? Will it be that much of an accomplishment to kill a partially crippled person like me?”

There were only two reasons to seek out challenges in Dragonsea City—either to fight a peer and enhance one’s own foundations,...