Dongfang Sansan let out a soft sigh. In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred answers flashed through his mind.
But in the end, he chose none of them. Instead, he nodded solemnly and steadily, transmitting a single word back: "Good!"
Decisive as a nail driven into iron!
A smile touched Yan Nan's lips. Gazing into the distance at Yan Beihan's incomparably noble purple qi, he smiled proudly. "Little girl, you've finally soared into the heavens. From now on, you belong in the Cloud Top."
Dongfang Sansan turned to look.
Yan Beihan's purple starlight surged thickly upward. Like a rainbow spanning the heavens, it formed a deep-purple bridge in the air and shot straight toward the thousandth position.
"Yan Beihan, challenge the Cloud Top!"
The thousandth position was occupied by the person who had just been knocked down, Number 998. He wore a bitter smile. "Miss Yan, please show mercy."
"I won't take lives when climbing the Ranking."
Yan Beihan smiled faintly. Her black cloak fluttered, her long sword flashing as she rose in a single bound. "Please!"
With a clang, Number 998 staggered backward. "I've lost!"
Horror appeared in his eyes.
Feng Yun and Xue Changqing being this strong was one thing. But how could Yan Beihan, a mere woman, feel even stronger than the two of them in terms of martial power?
"Thank you for yielding!"
With a single sword strike, Yan Beihan charged onto the Cloud Top Weapon Compendium, then continued challenging forward. When she reached 999th place, Wind Sky surged upward from the Guardians' side below.
She pointed at the stars.
Light ignited.
Within the dense white radiance mingled an immaculate Holy Ring. It shot onto the Cloud Top Weapon Compendium.
Several people in the air continued charging forward, while those originally ranked near