"I'm the king of the galaxy, the head of the world federation! You'll all be kneeling at my feet!" Amurong's eyes were glazed over. He was shaking his head as his limbs flailed. He twisted his hips from time to time, and he had taken off the clothes on the upper half of his body.

He danced from the teleportation array all the way to the door of the Zenith Dojo. As representatives from all sorts of races watched on, he yelled out, "I'm the king of the galaxy—"

Hong Tianqi was dumbstruck by vicarious shame. Was this really the opponent he had been feuding with for so long? He... was actually very gratified to see his opponent make such a public fool of himself.

He sidled up to Zhang Lie, who was recording the scene in a memory crystal. "What's going on?"

"It's exactly as you can see," Zhang Lie murmured.

Hong Tianqi folded his arms. "I can't tell what he's doing!"

Who would believe that the previous presiding authority...