Nine tolls, the potential of a Great Emperor! Any man I, Lin Qingxue, set my sights on could never be ordinary!

"To think that I, a Born Supreme, wasn't even qualified to receive a Supreme inheritance! If word got out, wouldn't people laugh their teeth out?"

Seeing all eighteen Supreme inheritances reject him, Qin Wuyou didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Even he began to wonder, Was my damn talent really that terrible?

But so be it. His target was the Emperor-to-be inheritance on the ninth floor anyway.

"To enter the ninth floor, I have to demonstrate talent and potential beyond the Supreme level!"

Qin Wuyou looked toward the section of the tower floating above the eighth floor.

"Hand of Heaven!"

In an instant, countless Origin Runes surged out of his Supreme Bone, streaming along his arm and gathering in his palm.

Rumble!

As Qin Wuyou unleashed his palm strike, even the spirit of the Xuantian Divine Tower trembled violently.

Hum!

A thunderous toll suddenly rang out, resounding throughout the entire Xuantian Holy Land.

Everyone froze like wooden chickens when they heard that thunderous toll.

The disciples of the Xuantian Holy Land all stared dumbfounded at Elder Li, who was kneeling on the ground.

When the Xuantian Divine Tower had sounded its eighth toll earlier, Elder Li had already fallen to his knees in excitement.

He had thought the eighth toll was the limit.

But what the hell was this?

The ninth toll!

The ninth toll of the Xuantian Divine Tower!

The moment he heard that ninth toll, Elder Li even wondered whether something had gone wrong with his ears.

"No, this is impossible! How could there be a ninth toll? This is absolutely impossible!"

Elder Li suddenly shrieked, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Without waiting for his explanation, some people had already guessed what the ninth toll meant!

Seven tolls meant certain attainment of Great Sainthood!

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