The number indicating the weight shot through like a rocket. The spectators gawked as they couldn't utter a word. There was one crucial thing in this world that was mak
"Are you kidding me?!"
"Oi stop..."
"One hundred, two, three, four... five... six?!"
"Seven! Seven no, eight Eight hundred?!"
"Nine... It stops at nine..."
Ivy turned around without even looking at the number. The Ice beauty had smashed Porealus's record in a blink of an eye.
First Heaven was stumped. They couldn't comprehend as if they couldn't read the number displayed perfectly. The Mortal Cultivators had yet again, surpassed their own cultivators by far. There was no contest.
Folcre couldn't believe his eyes as he gawked against the total number that made his looks like a joke. They all had demeaned them to the point that they shouldn't have pride. The outsiders were never meant to smash records.
