Victory Without Honor? The True Marvel of the Myriad Transformations Dragon God Art

"You shameless brat, die for me!"

Divine General Pan Wu let out a thunderous roar and suddenly threw a punch.

The punch landed on Ling Xiao, cracking his physical body all over.

Yet that punch seemed to have exhausted all of Divine General Pan Wu's strength. After throwing it, he too collapsed.

Silence.

Not a crow or sparrow dared make a sound.

The entire venue fell quiet. The gods stared dumbfoundedly, unable to make sense of what they had seen. Only a few experts discerned the reason.

"Divine General Pan Wu's divine soul has suffered grievous damage. I never expected this man's greatest strength to be the power of his divine soul."

The Mysterious Yellow Heavenly Maiden wore a smile. This battle could be called a model example of the weak defeating the strong. If Divine General Pan Wu had guarded against it beforehand, perhaps he would not have lost so miserably.

"Bastard!" The master of the Second Divine Hall slapped his thigh in fury, glaring at Ling Xiao with an unfriendly gaze before turning it toward Dao Wuya.

Sensing the gaze, the latter turned around and answered with a smile—a smile that contained far too much.

Ling Xiao had reached the summit with ten consecutive victories, undefeated throughout. The spectators had long since been stunned numb.

Some admired him, some disdained him, and some were green with envy.

"Hmph! Mere luck. He won with such despicable means; he is destined never to reach the end. And he still wants to challenge the King of Divine Generals? What a laughingstock."

"What a pity. If Divine General Pan Wu had issued the challenge, there might have been something worth watching. Who knew some scavenger would come along to pick up the spoils? This competition is unwatchable now."

"Each edition is worse