[National Cultivation Speed Race] Event!

Ma Ran watched Time Supreme Mo Xing leave, his thoughts churning endlessly.

Although the conditions Mo Xing had offered were excellent and could bring Ma Ran tremendous "benefits," from Ma Ran's standpoint, if he could make Mo Xing fall, the benefits would only be greater—one fewer powerful enemy, and one more constant top-tier audience member.

With one side weakened and the other strengthened, the disparity between the Earth and Divine Court factions' combat strength would narrow considerably.

If possible, Ma Ran wanted to kill this bastard outright.

Unfortunately, the conditions did not allow it.

Ma Ran was powerful. He did not deny that, nor had he ever belittled himself.

Even so, he was not yet strong enough to sweep aside everything in his path.

So...

He could not charge in recklessly, drawing his blade to kill every enemy he saw—Ma Ran warned himself of this.

His faction was currently in a period of rapid growth, but it had yet to fully develop enough true combat power to stand on its own.

At a time like this, directly confronting an ultimate BOSS like the Divine Court would be nothing short of a disaster.

"Phew..."

After letting out a deep breath, Ma Ran collected his thoughts, took one step, and returned to Earth.

He found Huang Weiguo, president of Caolu Academy. After briefly discussing some strategic matters, he entered the Pseudo-Earth Secret Realm.

Paradise of the Strong.

At the summit of the central tower, in the main control room.

"I know you're very worried about Earth's overall strength."

Su Qiangwei hugged a huge bowl of fried-sauce hot-dry noodles, eating rapidly as she looked at Ma Ran with concern. "But... isn't doing this rushing things a little?"

Ever since Ma Ran had risen to prominence, he had done far too much for