Yue Hongming also shook his head repeatedly and said with a slight smile: "It's really disappointing, but that's all. Since Qi Wushuang doesn't dare to fight with me, then you, the second best, can aspire to the championship! Come on up!"

As the words fell to the ground, countless pairs of eyes rested on a man with swollen muscles and golden lines in the center of the seats in the Shentian Temple.

The man had been meditating with his eyes closed, and when he heard the sound, he opened his eyes.

But he saw that his pupils were golden, like a god. Once he opened his eyes, the golden lines all over his body lit up.

Without saying a word, he stood up and walked towards the ring.

All the people in the Shentian Temple looked up with eagerness.

If Qi Wushuang really can't participate in the battle of the sects, then... the championship can be said to be the last hope of the Shentian Temple.

"Is this moment finally coming?" Yimeng Changjun let out a long sigh of relief.

"Isn't it a little too fast?" Li Guyi said with a smile.

"We still have a lot of trump cards that we haven't used yet!" the old woman said with a sad smile.

"The Shentian Temple is becoming more and more disappointing." The owner of the Insight Temple shook his head repeatedly.

Everyone is focusing on Winning.

Under the spotlight of everyone, Qiding has stepped onto the ring and stood in front of Yue Hongming...

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Chapter completed!