"Hmph, as expected, your strength is no match for mine, I win!"
Initially, upon seeing Xiao Yingxue shake the Divine Ranking, Wang Ting felt somewhat intimidated in his heart.
It wasn't until after Xiao Yingxue's name settled at the tenth position that he let out a long sigh of relief.
This last bit of face, at least, was saved.
"Enough of that, aren't you embarrassed?" Bing Ning wished she could rush up and kick him.
The dignified Saint Heir of the Dark Church, nearly defeated twice by a young lady in single combat, he regained a sliver of face only through a stone tablet that records strength—yet he still has the audacity to be complacent?
Upon hearing this, Wang Ting also felt a loss of face and didn't dare to retort.
He had originally thought that as long as he made a name for himself on the Divine Ranking, it would dazzle everyone and bring glory to the Dark Church.
