The Weakling's Choice

"Randeng lost just like that?"

"Could he be faking it? He was so dominant before!"

"That old Taoist is incredibly strong..."

"Terrifying! The world is about to change!"

"Gasp—Sword Master and the Nine Nether Underworld Emperor are about to be knocked off the Hero Ranking! Whether it's Randeng, Dudu'e, or that mysterious old Taoist, they've all shown terrifying strength!"

The beings whispered among themselves, all immensely excited, feeling that their trip had been worthwhile.

This battle was bound to go down in history, for it involved far too many significant figures.

If they knew that the Heavenly Mandate Great Emperor had also arrived in secret, they would be even more excited.

The Heavenly Mandate Great Emperor stood high above all others, the goal that living beings of every race throughout the world strove toward.

With Randeng's defeat, the entire battlefield fell silent. Even the soldiers on both sides stopped fighting, and everyone looked toward Taishang Laojun and Randeng.

Above the ruins, Randeng knelt limply before Taishang Laojun. Laojun stroked his beard as he looked down at him, and beneath the rolling thunderclouds, this scene was deeply etched into the hearts of countless beings.

"Are you really going to cripple him?"

Taishang Laojun asked softly. Reaching the Middle stage of Grand Unity Beginning Immortal Realm was no easy feat. If not for Qin Jun, he and Randeng would have held no grudge against one another.

Karmic retribution—crippling Randeng today would plant a cause. Would there be an effect in the future?

Yet Taishang Laojun was, after all, a saint's incarnation. He appeared calm, but the pride in his bones surpassed even Donghuang Taiyi's.

Qin Jun's lips curled upward as he chuckled. "Cripple him now. If he turns from evil in the future, I can restore him in a short time."

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