A quarter of an hour later.
Xing Miexie had lost!
Fang Han had condensed the great Golden Core seed and possessed ninety-two divine abilities. Though he fell short of Fang Yu's hundred divine abilities, he still wielded the strength of hundreds of millions.
However, he could use it at most once or twice before the mana within him was exhausted.
But Fang Yu had given him ten million Pure Yang Pills, enough to last him for quite some time.
As for what came next, that would depend on Fang Han himself.
On Xing Miexie's side, being defeated by Fang Yu would have been one thing, but the one who had defeated him was Fang Han.
A man who could practically be considered Fang Yu's underling. What did that mean?
It meant he could never catch up to Fang Yu, because Fang Han stood in his way first.
"Xing Miexie, you lost!"
Fang Yu glanced at Fang Han, who sat cross-legged beside him, meditating to restore his mana. Then his gaze fell upon Xing Miexie, whose expression was exceptionally complicated, and he smiled.
"That's right, I lost. I will naturally honor my promise and will no longer compete with Baby for the position of Supreme Headmaster. Also, what exactly are your three conditions? Say them."
Xing Miexie's expression was complicated.
"It is nothing much. I only hope that you will assist Baby well in the future. After all, there is not much time left for the The Great Primordial World."
Fang Yu shook his head and did not press any demands.
"Not much time left? You mean the great calamity?"
Hearing this, Xing Miexie seemed thoughtful.
"It seems you already know. That is right, the great calamity. Thus, whether one fights for the position of Supreme Headmaster or not does not