Friendship Comes First, Competition Second-Apparently Only Maitreya Believed That, Poor Kid!

Eastern Emperor Taiyi: To be fair, this really had great entertainment value.

Kunpeng: Absolutely. The Dao Ancestor really had a head for this. He was a born variety show star too.

Dijun: Sure enough, starting this program back then must have been the right call.

Primordial World Firewire began, and all the contestants were ready.

Li Yuan continued to show off his flashy maneuvers.

Especially that mouth of his, sharp as a regulated blade.

That thirty-five-degree mouth of his often spoke words colder than minus one hundred degrees.

"Come on, bro, you could miss with that gun? Watch my grandma cross the street—tactical flanking maneuver."

"Three against one and you still got wiped out? Call me the King of Clutches. I'll hold C4, walk into the bombsite with my head held high, and move as though no one's there."

"You are all worthless rabble, no match for This Daoist! Hurry and submit to Great Emperor Omo!"

"..."

The five people on the opposing side were completely tilted.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun cheerfully delivered an immortal quote as well.

"Friendship comes first, competition second. Apparently, only Maitreya believed that. Poor kid."

"But in the end, let us congratulate Li Yuan, Xuandu, Guangchengzi, Duobao, and Taiyi on winning this match."

"At the same time, each of them will receive the right to choose ten assistants."

"Let's interview Taiyi. Why do you think you won?"

Taiyi Zhenren stood up, looking utterly bewildered.

He wore an honest smile as he scratched his head.

"I dunno. I just sat here, played two rounds, and won."

"Maybe the opponents were too weak."

Yuding happened to hear that and viciously snapped back.

"You'd better not come back to Kunlun Mountain later, or I'll beat the shit out of you."

Dao Ancestor Hongjun then said to Li Yuan