The Competition

Hearing the Overlord's words, Jian Wushuang could only comfort himself in this way. He also had a faint premonition.

If he were to break through to the Supreme-being realm, the Supreme-being Lightning Tribulation would probably be completely different from that of ordinary people.

On the other side.

Long Qing's entire body flickered with a golden light. He slowly opened his eyes, and a satisfied look appeared on his face.

After drinking that cup of Divine Wine, he had also broken through!

As of now, he was already half a step into the invincible Ruler level!

Jian Wushuang, you'd better pray that someone will come to save you after the Great Clan Gathering.

He looked at Jian Wushuang and licked his lips. There was a touch of cruelty in his eyes.

Jian Wushuang snorted and ignored him.

"Everyone, the time has come. It's time for me to choose ten children."