"There is one spot left on the list, who wants it?"
Jiang Ziya stretched leisurely and shook the Dao Bang and the Immortal Killing Whip in his hands.
"Choose me. I am a quasi-sage from the ancient world, with unparalleled combat power."
"Choose me, I am the master of alchemy, and the elixirs I refine have endless uses."
"Choose me. I have three thousand disciples, all of whom are as beautiful as heavenly fragrances and beautiful people."
…
In order to compete for this place on the list, the powerful people with great reputations turned into street thugs, fighting and scolding, using all their methods.
The bruised and swollen winner burst out laughing, while the powerful man who missed the opportunity cried.
The endless void.
The Dao of Heaven was silent, Hongjun was silent, and the Six Saints looked at each other in astonishment.
How did the great God-conferring Tribulation turn into a farce?
Very good, very good