Having passed the seventh floor, Purple Lightning Spear King was unquestionably among the finest of the Garden of the Gods' senior members. Fewer than the number of fingers on two hands could surpass him. Yet compared with White Tiger King, he still fell far short. Aside from the three great Battle Emperors, the Garden of the Gods had four exceptionally formidable Quasi-Emperors, known as the Four Great Quasi-Emperors. White Tiger King ranked second among them, behind only the top-ranked Star River King.
Therefore, aside from the three great Battle Emperors, who were absolutely certain to defeat White Tiger King, everyone else could at best match him. Defeating him was exceedingly difficult; even forcing a draw was hard.
"Purple Lightning Spear King, it's already quite impressive that you lasted several exchanges against me. After all, my strength exceeds yours by quite a bit." White Tiger King was proud, but not unpleasantly so.
"That's true." Purple Lightning Spear King smiled, then said to the others, "It's rare for us to gather like this. We can't let White Tiger King steal all the glory. I'm stepping down. Who's next?"
His gaze swept over a young man in black and a young man in silver before he walked off the court.
"I'll do it!"
After thinking for a moment, the young man in black flashed forward and landed on the Thunderbolt Ball court.
"It's Myriad Arrows King. Now this will be a real match."
Myriad Arrows King was an archery master, ranked third among the Four Great Quasi-Emperors. His archery had reached the realm of the divine. From millions of miles away, he could still shoot down an enemy without ever missing.
"Myriad Arrows King, it's been several years. I wonder how much your strength has improved?"
White Tiger King narrowed his eyes. Clearly,