He had just opened his eyes when a large foot came flying towards his face.
It forcefully stomped Gong San's head into the ground.
"Dull as ditchwater," Xu Zimei slightly shook his head and asked, "Do you wish to continue the match?"
Everyone was momentarily speechless.
Gong San, who had Stepped into Immortality, was crushed like an ant with such ease.
The crowd had originally expected a fierce battle.
"Who is this young man?" People around were discussing furiously, yet no one had an answer.
"Father, I've won," Bei Xiao said with a big laugh as he approached the middle-aged man, exclaiming with ecstasy.
"Grant me one thing," the Lord of the North City said weakly.
"Father, just command me," Bei Xiao replied.
"I'll give you the City Lord's position, but you must promise to ensure your brother's safety for a hundred years," the Lord of the North City said.
Before Bei Xiao could reply, Bei Qinghai next to him snorted coldly: "I don't need his protection."
