Creating A Mess of Things

The crowd was bustling with excitement right now.

"Holy f*ck! The guts of that Ma Tengyun are way too huge now! To think that he would dare to challenge at the Remnants now!"

"Who knows? Perhaps that fella is just trying to draw some eyeballs to his antics?"

"Senior Brother Ling Wuzun is a powerful being who is ranked number forty eight on the True Immortal Substitute Roll!"

"Hehe! Out of us ten great Remnants of the Heaven and Earth Sect, nine occupy a spot on the True Immortal Substitute Roll."

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"What's your name? To think that you would have the guts to challenge me." Ling Wuzun descended from the void and stood upright on the competition arena. He looked down at Ma Tengyun with a face full of disdain.

Ma Tengyun rolled his eyes, "Wait till you're able to win against me in the challenge before you get the right to ask me my name. Otherwise, in my eyes, you are but another disciple who is about to lie flat on the ground!"