They Were Heavenly Tribulation, Prodigy Destroyers

Two figures drifted down one after the other from the fallen Flying Ship.

They landed steadily in the Martial Arts Arena.

Several gazes fell upon them from the high platform.

Zhao Lingyun looked at that perfectly clean break and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"You really managed to shoot it down."

"And your control is more than a little stronger than before."

"You're awesome, Young Master Chu!"

Those words of flattery made Chu Wujiu feel wonderful all over.

He tilted his head up, his nose practically pointing at the heavens, as though it were only natural.

"Of course."

"From Heaven Above and Earth Below, there is no one like me!"

"Ah, the loneliness of invincibility."

At the end, he even let out a long sigh, wearing the desolate expression of one standing too high to bear the cold.

Watching his ridiculous behavior, Zhao Lingyun calmly turned around and shot Yun Zexuan a look.

Next time, let him lead the charge.

I was thinking the same thing.

Understanding flashed in Yun Zexuan's eyes before he turned his gaze toward Qin Wangchuan.

As this figure landed, the atmosphere among them quietly changed.

Chu Wujiu, who had been brimming with killing intent just moments ago, now stood with his hands on his hips, proudly boasting about himself.

The stiff expression Zhao Lingyun had held in check for so long came alive as well, and he turned to mischievously exchange looks.

Even Ji Wuchen's brows, which had been knitted for so long, unconsciously relaxed.

Like a needle that steadied the sea, his mere appearance made everyone feel that any problem could be solved.

Yun Zexuan silently took all of this in.

An indescribable trace of envy rose in his heart.

But envy was useless.

It was something one was born with, something that could