The two top prodigies of an Eighth-Grade Civilization had not even withstood a single move before these two ordinary youths from the Truth Heavenly Kingdom. They were defeated, and defeated miserably at that—now they were being carried in their hands like two dead dogs.
The sight made every prodigy nearby suck in a cold breath.
The gap was simply too vast! These prodigies could stand at the very pinnacle in an Eighth-Grade Civilization, yet in the Truth Heavenly Kingdom, they could not even defeat the most ordinary young people.
Ning Xiaochuan and Monk Tan Qian, however, remained expressionless. They had risen all the way from even lower-grade civilizations and had long since seen the enormous gulf between low-grade and advanced civilizations.
That ordinary youth from the Truth Heavenly Kingdom swept his gaze arrogantly over the prodigies, as though looking upon a swarm of ants. The contempt in his eyes was utterly undisguised.
Bai Lengxue stepped forward at this moment. "Kong Mo, do not look down on them too much. They are all prodigies we selected from Eighth-Grade Civilization worlds. Their innate talent is not much inferior to yours; several of them may even be more gifted than you. They are no match for you now, but after receiving our training, they will soon surpass you."
A sneer appeared at the corner of Kong Mo's lips. "Sister Lengxue, if that is the case, how about we hold a contest three months from now? Then we will fight these pieces of trash and see whether they are qualified to become citizens of our Truth Heavenly Kingdom."
"Three months!" Bai Lengxue pondered for a moment before nodding. "Fine. Three months it is. We will have a match in three months and see who wins and who loses."
"Ha ha, excellent. But Sister Lengxue,