C1783 The Last Twenty Heads

"A hundred heads to become an outer sect disciple..."

Zhang Xing wielded his three-meter-long battle-ax, advancing steadily and unhurriedly while dozens of pairs of eyes watched him intently from behind.

"Hmm! That works. I'll settle in the White Tiger Sect for now and gradually learn about this so-called World of Gods."

With his mind made up, Zhang Xing picked up the pace