In the flag-grabbing competition, any random lord you ran into was as strong as the Great Beast Lord.
It was like being a top-ten student in an ordinary middle school, easily crushing your classmates in every exam.
Then suddenly being placed in an experimental class at a nationally prestigious high school, only to find that every student was the top scorer from their respective schools, and even the worst student in the class was no weaker than you.
This sudden gap made the Great Beast Lord deeply understand what it meant that there was always someone greater, and a sky beyond the sky.
Thus, the Great Beast Lord became an extremely vulnerable lord—anyone dared to take a shot at him.
Han Xing chuckled. "It's fine. There are still seven or eight days left in the competition, so your advancement is guaranteed."
After saying that, he directly tossed him a Silver Banner. "Catch it, Great Beast."
The burly middle-aged man instinctively caught the Silver Banner Han Xing handed over.
Even as the feeling of weakness washed over him, his eyes were still filled with disbelief.
"Silver... Banner..."
"It actually came so easily..."
At that moment, Great Beast felt as if he were dreaming. Even his flight faltered slightly.
He had to know that, in the past, he had exhausted all his troops and given everything he had just to seize a Silver Banner.
Yet a stronger monstrous genius had come along and casually killed him.
After several such encounters, he had completely given up on the idea of obtaining a Silver Banner.
Yet now, this banner that could incite countless lords to fight over it had so easily fallen into his hands.
Seeing his expression, Han Xing chuckled. "Great Beast, what are you spacing out for? Keep up."
The Great Beast