An Tu Jia's Fury

960 seconds—long and torturous.

An Tu Jia felt miserable.

Sometimes, competing alone as a turtle was truly helpless.

Faced with human prodigies who were slipperier than loaches and nearly as hard to beat as Black Tortoises, all he could do was be dragged around like a clown, unable to catch them. Every attack missed, leaving him utterly stifled.

When the 960-second match ended, his only thought was: It's finally over.

Being watched by trillions upon trillions of spectators while humiliating himself was truly awkward.

After Qin Heng finished his match, he left behind a divine soul beacon and was teleported away. An Tu Jia thought for a moment, opened the gatekeepers' list, picked one whose killing methods seemed less ruthless, and issued a challenge.

—From now on, he would use the same method to reclaim the dignity he had just lost!

Another Void Ember Day passed.

The higher-ranked gatekeepers had basically all issued one or two challenges, and the overall rankings underwent major changes.

Perhaps Qin Heng had set an example, but many people were picking "soft persimmons" to squeeze. Several high-ranking gatekeepers with relatively weaker killing methods were challenged by prodigies of equally high standing.

Among them, the liveliest Small World was undoubtedly An Tu Jia's No. 31 Small World.

The Black Tortoise Clan's defensive methods were widely praised, but their killing secret arts were not particularly strong. Thus, they became everyone's best choice for "farming points."

An Tu Jia was very busy. While gatekeepers of the same tier sat before their gates without a single challenger, his challengers actually had to line up!

After being toyed with again and again by powerful prodigies, he was filled with resentment and blamed it all on Qin Heng.

But in truth, even if Qin Heng had not done this, others