Ye Wushuang withdrew his gaze, looked up at the elder in the sky, and smiled faintly, clasping his fists in a respectful bow.
The giant elder smiled as well. Perhaps he hadn't smiled so genuinely since Ancient Times. He was truly happy for the young man before him.
"Congratulations on becoming the Strongest Warrior!"
The giant elder offered his most sincere congratulations. Every Strongest Warrior would receive the blessing of the Barbarian God Race. The Barbarian God Race, which revered the strong, hoped that every Strongest Warrior would continue to strive forward, walk their path, and create their own splendor and even greater glory!
"Thank you, senior!"
Ye Wushuang once again clasped his fists in a bow. How could he not sense the sincerity in the giant elder's smile?
