High-Level Meeting ()
High-Level Meeting ()
"Let's go!"
In the end, Du Yuanlong gave an unwilling cold snort, turned around, and left.
Since he could not get a spot in the competition from Yan Yang, there was no point staying here. He might as well think of another way.
In truth, if he had not recently learned that something major would happen in this Ten Thousand Races Hegemony, Du Yuanlong would not have cared much about a mere competition spot.
But now that he knew, he naturally had to rack his brains to obtain one.
Because if he could achieve a good ranking in the Nirvana Realm tournament, even if it was not first place, it would still bring him tremendous benefits.
But unfortunately, his plan to obtain a spot from that brat Yan Yang—a plan that had seemed ten parts certain—had actually failed.
This left Du Yuanlong in an utterly foul mood!
Seeing his eldest brother so furious, Du Yuanhu did not dare say much and hurried after him. But before leaving, Du Yuanhu glanced at Qin Shaofeng, a trace of smugness appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Heh, Yan Yang!
Let's see how much longer you can live!
They left?
Sensing Du Yuanhu and Du Yuanlong's auras vanish, Qin Shaofeng knew without even turning around that the two had left.
However, Qin Shaofeng's brows furrowed slightly at this moment.
"I never expected competition spots could be transferred like this. What exactly is going on?"
Qin Shaofeng did not understand Du Yuanlong's actions very well, but from the brothers' behavior, he had learned one thing: these so-called competition spots could be transferred.
This suddenly gave Qin Shaofeng a strange feeling.
"Why does this so-called human-devil tournament feel a little off? It was clearly just a contest to