"Forty years old? Perfection Venerable Realm? The eighth floor of the Heaven-Piercing Tower?!"
Baroque, a brawny young man covered head to toe in crimson scales and built like a humanoid tyrannosaur, slammed the table. Even the virtual tabletop rippled. "What kind of joke is this?! I was already over a hundred when I reached the eighth floor! Has the data been tampered with?"
"Baroque, calm down." Isabel, an elf-like woman with an elegant bearing and a moon-white robe, spoke blandly.
"The Heaven-Piercing Tower was established by headquarters. It cannot be faked. Besides, it has existed for who knew how many eras without ever making an error."
"A race with Ninth Rank Bloodline?" A figure wrapped entirely in a dark cloak, with only two scarlet points of light exposed, spoke in a hoarse voice filled with disdain and suspicion. "A bug from a low-tier civilization probably just stumbled into some ancient inheritance by sheer dogshit luck. The Heaven-Piercing Tower tests overall combat power; that does not mean he is equally capable in real life-or-death combat. With such pitiful bloodline potential, his upper limit is destined to be low. He is merely a flash in the pan."
He was Naraku, one of the first kings to challenge Li Wen, and his contempt was plain to see.
"Naraku, do not underestimate him." Ares Titan said gravely. "Bloodline theory is not absolute. The fact that those above value him already says enough.
"Passing the eighth floor at a bone age of forty means that his talent—or rather, the terror of his inheritance—far exceeds our imagination. I am more curious about where his limits lie."
Intense battle intent flashed in his eyes. "I have already sent him a challenge invitation. A Venerable who can kill a Peak Saint Realm projection across ranks is worth my