The Martial Arts Tournament had finally come to an end, though night had already fallen. Xiu'er stepped forward to ask him whether he wanted to treat his injuries first or accept the throne of the Greatest Under Heaven.
The old man answered with utter arrogance, dismissing his wounds as nothing more than a scratch. He would tend to them whenever, and as for whatever procedures they had, they could just get on with it; a minor injury like this meant nothing to him. Despite claiming it meant nothing, his piercing wound was still bleeding. He casually swallowed a pill, grabbed a handful of medicinal herbs, and pressed them straight into the cut. He immediately had someone bind his torso and grew frantic to ascend the throne of the Greatest Under Heaven.
Yunxiu City had long since prepared an extravagant display fit for the Greatest Under Heaven. The moment he won, they were ready to celebrate him.
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