"Brother Wang is right!"
The man turned his head forty-five degrees, secretly eyeing the first Black Obsidian Throne on the right.
At a glance, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked.
Meng Chuan's broad back seemed to fuse with the dark obsidian throne behind him.
A surge of intense momentum clawing outward, growing even more formidable, giving an impression of invincibility.
Unconsciously, Meng Chuan began his path of challenge.
Gathering strength.
Thousand Slayer!
Martial arts cultivation has always been about 'competition'.
Turning vital energy into Qi Blood, competing with the heavens.
Turning resources into strength, competing with others.
Meng Chuan was not just gathering strength.
Every choice of 'passage', every opponent he defeated, was making a decision.
A decision to extract a portion of their martial arts luck, offering it up to Master Meng!
What is martial arts luck?
