Just then, Tang Tian stepped forward to the front of the platform and cupped his hands toward the crowd below.
"Everyone, it is rare for the distinguished heroes of the realm to gather in one place. Wouldn't it be dull if we merely ate and drank?"
"Oh? What does Your Excellency Tang Tian mean?"
Ning Fengzhi raised a brow, his gaze seeming to casually sweep over Tang Hao and Tang Xiao. He understood somewhat.
Yu Yuanzhen, however, frowned slightly.
"Tang Tian, the Pope's Wedding is a happy occasion. Don't make a fuss."
"Haha, old dragon, what are you saying?" Tang Tian laughed heartily. Regardless of whether the other man agreed, he continued, "This is a rare opportunity. Why don't each sect and clan send forth one young representative for a friendly exchange? It would add a fine story to this wedding banquet."
"Do none of you young people wish to cross hands with the heroes of the world?"
At those words, all the young people stirred, their blood boiling as each of them burned with the ambition to challenge the heroes of the world.
Even the younger disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan were the same, each eager to battle the outstanding young generation from across the world.
"What is it, old dragon? Are you afraid?" Tang Tian looked at Yu Yuanzhen with a hint of teasing.
Yu Yuanzhen's beard trembled slightly. He gave a cold snort and said no more.
"Junior Brother, Junior Brother, I suddenly feel so fired up. What should I do?"
Bibi Dong felt the same way. At nine years old, she had already reached level 45. That was right—within three months, Bibi Dong had risen from level 43 to level 45. Her cultivation speed was nothing short of astonishing.
She had also learned