“Haha, what shameless boasting!” Xu Ming howled with laughter. Undisguised disdain was on his face as he fixed a dark gaze on Zhou Yuan. He had never imagined that Zhou Yuan would dare to target him.

He swept his gaze across the area, ultimately pausing on Zhao Mushen. “Zhao Mushen, how will these nine statues be allocated?”

Everyone knew that the nine ancient statues were the crux of the nine regions tournament. The bigger the statue, the more Spiritium and opportunity ...