A Helping Hand

As he observed the proud and confident expressions of the powerhouses surrounding him, Ou Yangming's lips curled up into a bitter smile.

Naturally, he was aware of their reasons for ascending the ring. Once they saw Woo Lejia's advancement into the Extreme Grade, their desires and greed ran rampant.

Nevertheless, from the perspective of Humanity as a whole, it was undoubtedly the best course of action for him to use his Spiritual Fist on the Yang Grade Class Five powerhouses.

After all, it was no understatement to say that there was a game-changing difference between having more Yang Grade powerhouses and more Supreme Great Ancestors.

'However…' Ou Yangming furrowed his brows and mentally complained, 'Don't they think that they should ask for my opinion before making this decision for me?'

Out of nowhere, Ou Yangming began to walk towards the edge of the ring.