บท 465: Final Stage (1)

Hua.

White fog enveloped the towering mountain, and another Xue Ying appeared in the middle of the three present before. The four figures looked toward the distant ugly man who wielded a blood-colored arc-blade and lightly greeted, "Wan Jiu from the Milky Way Prefecture."

"That's me." The corners of the ugly man's lip curled upward ever so slightly.

Wan Jiu had taken first place in both the ranking battle and the survival battle of the Milky Way Prefecture Selections.