"Do I qualify?"
Feng was caught off guard by Su Tu's question, his expression shifting multiple times, and a more dazzling smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
His forest-white teeth exposed like the fangs of a wild beast, causing one's heart to tremble with fear.
A series of invisible fluctuations erupted from him, and those with slightly weaker strength around him collapsed to the ground with a crash.
The majority of those who fainted were martial artists who had not unlocked their body opening locks; in such a battle, non-Celestial Prides had no right to witness.
Amidst the rippling waves, the scraps of paper on those fighters instantly disintegrated, and figure after figure rapidly left the relics under the guidance of streaming light.
Those qualified to still stand on the field, at the very least, were Celestial Prides who had opened one body lock; they looked at the two people in front of them, feeling an indescribable tremor.
The gap was too vast....
