Golden Experience

One foot. One foot was all it took for them to understand at what level he was as a cultivator.

His haughtiness. His origin. His being. None of them could fathom the limit of the young man. Either his power or his obnoxious character, he had offended powerful people left and right like it was his job. The succulent power of the four kingdoms, he clearly couldn't care less about it.

History had been made. The mortal cultivators had certainly occupied four of the ten spots available. They will have a say in the next upcoming tournament. It was a big step for the Mortal World but it was nothing for the young man, for he merely joined because of impulse.

The second round was over but the host was frightened to announce it. The four kings had their eyebrows furrowed as the young man challenged their aura.

He alone withstood the four kings, including one full-fledged mature in its prime.