"Pope Sith Pro, you will have today!"

Among the crowd, ASEAN camp also sent various exclamations, either regret, regret, joy, or madness.

"Did you fall down..."

The royal court, whose spiritual will was already blurred, looked at the figure of the Sith Pope who was no longer standing in front of him, and murmured, as if it was a dream speech coming from the nine heavens.

Fall down...

Pope Pro of the Sith, has fallen...

This decisive battle has ended...

The best in the world, I've divided it out!

He, Wang Ting, is the last winner in this extraordinary showdown!

From now on, his royal court will be the well-deserved number one person in the world!

"Oh……"

The vague mentally, the will of the royal court became clearer again at this time, and he even let out a low laugh that almost non-existent.

"hehe……"

The laughter continued, gradually getting bigger.

"Ha ha……"

After a moment, the laughter became clear and audible. Not only Wang Ting himself, but also the people nearby finally set their eyes on him, the new number one person in the world.

"Haha...haha...hahahahaha..."

When the laughter finally spread, Wang Ting laughed unstoppably.

Smiling unrestrainedly!

Smiling arrogantly!

Smiling crazy!

Smiling happily!
Chapter completed!