With C-level strength, he defeated a B+ level powerhouse in one move.
At this moment, the chubby neighbor was undoubtedly claiming the throne of the first genius of the human race in seconds.
As two individuals of the highest A-level, the white-bearded man and the red-robed middle-aged man had already ordered an unlimited supply of soul beads for him.
Therefore, his promotion to B-level was just a matter of time.
(My funeral, truly splendid.) Chen Yu, floating nearby and silently observing all these, clicked his tongue in admiration: (But how come it feels less splendid than yours?)
Half an hour later.
The funeral ended.
All high-ranking officials of the Transcendent realm hurriedly assembled inside the sacred hall.
The white-bearded elderly man, the tight-dress woman, and the red-robed middle-aged man sat in high positions, while the others stood in lower positions.
They collectively discussed the future direction of human civilization.