When Leng Qingsong heard Ouyang's words, he said somewhat reluctantly, "Brother, isn't this throwing our weight around a little too much?"
No matter how one looked at it, he was now a Great Cultivator. Competing for some so-called Heavenly Ranking with these little fellows who had not even reached the Integration Realm really was beneath his dignity.
It was as childish as forcing a student from an elite 985 university to enter a preschoolers' math competition, where whoever wrote the numbers from one to ten first would receive a little red flower!
Even though his brother had asked, Leng Qingsong was still somewhat unwilling to do such a thing.
By now, his peers ought to be powerhouses at least on the level of Sect Master Dongxu Zi, not a bunch of minor Cultivators fighting over first place on some Heavenly Ranking.
It really was far too childish!
Despite the reluctance on his face, Leng Qingsong still prepared to set off. After all, this was something his brother had arranged. Even if he was unwilling, he had to do it.
"Wait, I haven't finished yet!" Ouyang called out to the second brother, stopping him.
Leng Qingsong turned back and looked at Ouyang in bewilderment.
Ouyang rolled his eyes and said, "You weren't planning to find those three people that fellow just mentioned, slaughter them, and prove you're number one in the world, were you?"
Wasn't that the idea?
Leng Qingsong grew even more confused. As long as he defeated those three hottest contenders, wouldn't that make him number one in the world?
Ouyang pointed into the distance and told Leng Qingsong earnestly, "I don't want you to prove to me that you're the strongest of the younger generation. I want you to make your name here today! Before everyone's eyes, take