The moment he opened his eyes, a huge foot came crashing toward his face.
It forcibly stomped Gong the Third's head into the ground.
"Utterly dull." Xu Zimo shook his head slightly and asked, "Do you still want to compete?"
For a moment, everyone was speechless.
Gong the Third, who had entered the Immortal Realm, had been casually crushed like an ant.
They had originally been waiting for a fierce battle between dragons and tigers.
"Who is that young man?" The crowd around them discussed it fervently, yet no one had an answer.
"Father, I won!" Bei Xiao strode before the middle-aged man with a hearty laugh, his face filled with wild joy.
"Promise me one thing," the City Lord of Bei said weakly.
"Father, please give your orders," Bei Xiao replied.
"Once the position of City Lord is given to you, you must promise that your younger brother will remain safe and sound for a hundred years," the City Lord of Bei said.
Before Bei Xiao could answer, Bei Qinghai snorted coldly from the side. "I don't need his protection."
"I'm not asking him to protect you. I'm asking him not to kill you," the City Lord of Bei explained.
"Rest assured, Father," Bei Xiao said with a smile.
"No matter what, he is still my younger brother. I will not deal a killing blow."
The City Lord of Bei nodded and took out a token. "Every generation's City Lord must receive the Dragon Girl's approval.
Take this token and go to the North Sea tomorrow. From then on, you will be the true City Lord of North Sea City."
After saying that, his complexion changed from pale to iron-blue.
Then, he no longer made a sound.
"Father!" Bei Xiao and Bei Qinghai hurriedly called out several times.
But