Top Ten Thousand of the Myriad Realms Grand Competition

This was a massive upset in the Myriad Realms Grand Competition.

Yin Zhou Divine Son, the top divine son of the Star Sea Great Sect, had actually been defeated in the very first round.

Surrounded and attacked by a group of heavenly prodigies, he killed more than ten of them in retaliation and suffered grave injuries, only to be smashed out of the competition by a single wolf-fang club strike.

That handsome White-robed Youth held the Blood Dripping Wolf-fang Club, looking especially savage and terrifying. The victor's smile on his face filled Yin Zhou Divine Son with extreme unwillingness.

"No... You won dishonorably..." Yin Zhou Divine Son trembled all over.

"You brought this upon yourself. You were the one who told us to attack together," An Bulang said with a cold smile.

Yin Zhou Divine Son nearly spat blood when he heard that.

Had his pride and arrogance destroyed him?

He had clearly been a seeded contender for the championship, yet he could not even make it into the top ten thousand.

Yin Zhou Divine Son was filled with regret and unwillingness.

"You won dishonorably... You won dishonorably..." The man trembled all over, utterly unwilling to accept it.

"Hehe, if you didn't have the ability to handle a group beating, why were you trying so hard to act tough?" Zhao Potian sneered as well.

"You asked for a beating, so you got one." An Bulang carried the wolf-fang club over his shoulder and spoke as well.

A divine son of a great sect, blessed with the right time, place, and people, favored by countless big shots, had ended up unable to even enter the top ten thousand.

This dramatic turn of events was witnessed by the three commentators of the Primordial Dao Field.

"Everyone, look at Zone 3,200. Yin Zhou