บท 868: Junior Heavenly King

The competition for the Junior Fist King title ended about five minutes later. The whole place went quiet, watching the winner fly up to the stele to get the title. Among the losers of the fight, the arrogant Han Jianyuan was the worst injured. And he was shocked the most.

"How did you make it?" He asked, reluctant to admit defeat.

"I don't think it was that difficult." Junior Fist King, namely Jiang Zhe, looked back to speak to him.

Jiang Zhe did not leave. He walked onto the platform instead. This meant he would continue fighting to get more titles. Obviously, Jiang Zhe would not be satisfied with a title with only one golden word. What he wanted was a title like Junior Sword Venerable, which contained three golden words.

"Jiang Chen, do you know how small you are now? It was a great shame that we took a blood oath with you," Jiang Zhe said complacently.