With the outstanding prospects of nearly every faction among the three major factions already gathered, Qin Jiuge had made preparations to wield a wooden stick.
If anyone still dared to come looking for trouble now—
He would show no mercy. He would hit whoever he saw. Did they really take Qin Jiuge for some charity worker?
Leave them alone for one day and they would tear the roof off; leave them alone for three days and they would dare fly straight into the sky to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.
He, Qin Jiuge, was the dignified Tian Xuan Supreme. Without question, he had a temper too.
His temper was not meant for restraint, but for a complete and utter eruption of madness.
It seemed that the various Supremes of the three major factions had vaguely sensed Qin Jiuge's intentions as well. Thus, everyone behaved themselves afterward, and not a single person came to stir up trouble.
At last, Qin Jiuge enjoyed a decent vacation. His days finally had a little something to look forward to. Vacations really were wonderful.
Qin Jiuge thoroughly recuperated his spirit and vitality.
By this point, the Heaven's Chosen Tournament was nearly at its end. All the outstanding prospects had been selected, and almost every one of them possessed the potential to break through into the Supreme Realm. Most frighteningly, there were more than thirty of them.
When Monk Danggui, Lei Wuchang, Long Shilin, and Chris reported that number to Qin Jiuge one by one, Qin Jiuge's expression went wild. "Are you people kidding me?
"The Dragon Clan has a vast family fortune, yet even with all the resources it has gathered, it can only support enough people to count on one hand in breaking into the Supreme Realm.
"Since when has our Human