Legend of the Mythological Genes

After half a day, after crushing so many people, those remaining were no longer weaklings.

This time around, his opponent was a true interstellar cultivator. His opponent’s face was filled with cold cruelty, and he had fighting gloves equipped. It seemed as though he was a wrestler with an abundance of experience. His aura felt quite threatening and his vitality stats were about 30 plus points.

For this opponent, Feng Lin could play around a little.

If not, he would fall asleep from boredom.

Without realizing it, the clan’s ranking competition that had always been extremely intense changed completely when Feng Lin joined…