Shang Yanting showed no kindness as he swiftly and precisely tossed the goddess away.
Jia Xitong took a deep breath, feeling like the benefits he'd gained from readers flew away.
The Host really cut it clean, ruthlessly severing his own romantic ties. Why does he have to be so gentle, has his harem affected his speed of drawing a sword?
"Seventh match, Qingshuang Peak's Yan Qingsheng."
With the referee's announcement, Jia Xitong's emotional resolve cooled, while the disciples of Qingshuang Peak erupted in excited cheers, and the goddess's suitors shot angry glares towards the Qingshuang Peak disciples.
But so what?
The disciples from Qingshuang Peak made it into the top ten, and they also made money.
Hehe~
The senior brothers happily surrounded Shang Yanting as he came down.
"Senior Brother."
With his usual smile, Shang Yanting looked at the little beast in his arms.
