Heavenly Fortune Lake, the Magic Duel Arena.
Little Bad King streaked through the air at top speed, fleeing so miserably that he truly looked like a homeless dog.
That little Melon was simply too fierce. From the start of the duel until now, he had never used a single technique, yet in just three to five breaths, he had swept away the ten thousand Yin Souls between heaven and earth through physical strength alone.
His bodily blood and vital energy were like a blazing sun at noon, fierce, domineering, scorching, and boiling, brimming with peerless might that could slaughter its way through the nine heavens and ten earths.
Ren Ye did not know the Golden Age Heavenly Pride Register existed, nor did he have a dedicated lackey to rate the outstanding figures of his generation. But judging by Little Bad King's own impressions from his first clash with Melon, he felt that this man was absolutely qualified to sit at the same table as Divine Inheritors and Ancient Emperor Heirs.
As the saying went, an expert's skill showed the moment he made a move. From Little Bad King's personal perspective, he felt he could serve as the "ruler" for ranking the world's outstanding figures. Most of those the world called Heavenly Prides were nothing but chickens and dogs in his eyes. For example, over a hundred outstanding figures had gathered at the Heavenly Prodigy Grand Gathering in Nine Li, yet Ren Ye had single-handedly cut through them, and most had not even been qualified to fight back.
This did not mean that the Heavenly Prides acclaimed by the world were grossly overrated. Rather, there were differences between talents, and barriers between Heavenly Prides. It was like a top scholar looking at a scholar one tier below and inexplicably finding the