Sacred Light Baptism! Primordial Desolate Crystal!

There was a long pause.

Anderson crawled out of the hole in the ground.

He looked dejected.

"You old man, you only know how to be stubborn!"

"Anyone with eyes knows that the Heavenly Talents Tournament this time is targeted at our An family!"

"Wait for the head of the Mei family. That old fellow Mei Long will put a knife to your neck. Let's see if you can still be stubborn!"

Anderson looked at his father, who could not be helped, and felt disappointed.

Chu Feng asked curiously, "What's the Heavenly Talents Tournament?"

This was the first time Chu Feng had heard of this.

He had never encountered one in his previous life.

He was curious.

Anderson sighed and said, "Actually, it's a competition among young geniuses within the Revolutionary Army."

"Of course, although it's called a martial arts competition, in reality, it's a reshuffling of the power within the Revolutionary Army."