[The moment this Immortal Emperor-level powerhouse appears, you ants had better get on your knees]
[Pure feel-good power fantasy, with no nerfs for the protagonist]
At the Xuantian Sect’s disciple recruitment ceremony.
Qi Jingdong wore a black robe and black hat. He raised his right hand and rested his left over his stomach.
Standing behind a crowd of ten thousand, he shouted at the top of his lungs:
“Yoo-hoo! Come on!”
Tens of thousands of people turned around in confusion. When they saw that it was Qi Jingdong, one of the Xuantian Sect’s eight peak masters, the crowd erupted:
“Holy crap! What’s Peak Master Qi doing? Did he go crazy because he can’t recruit any disciples?”
“Hahaha, he’s putting on a show because he can’t find any disciples!”
“He’s just trying to draw attention. Everyone knows he can’t recruit disciples because his cultivation is too weak.”
But while everyone was laughing at him, one person in the crowd stood there with a serious expression. He wasn’t laughing. His eyes were burning with intense excitement...
Don't collapse, the only one who can hold back is Jiahao Benhao!
You can hold it tight, do you want to be a bomb?
Is there anyone who can't stand it in the second chapter?
Congratulations, fellows, if you can't help it, add bookshelves, if you can't help it, pay more attention, and make bombs.