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Feng Wanli, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but gasp in astonishment as he listened to the conversation between the master and his two disciples.

"Truly worthy of being called Senior Ye, his vision is far superior to others!"

"Others who can cultivate to the Chaos Saint Emperor realm have already achieved their ultimate goal!"

"He's quite something. His disciple has become the Chaos Saint Emperor, which is merely stepping into the ranks of the strong!"

"Isn't that too exaggerated?"

Feng Wanli maintained a calm yet respectful demeanor on the surface, but inwardly he was filled with admiration.

What kind of power is this Kunlun Holy Land? Are they all cultivating future Chaos Saint Emperors?

If a large number of Chaos Saint Emperors could be cultivated, how terrifying would the Kunlun Holy Land become?

However, even without having cultivated a large number of Chaos Saint Emperors, the Kunlun Holy Land is already terrifying enough.

With Senior Ye here, what else is there to say?

Three months passed in a blink of an eye.

This vast, mysterious world has undergone a most bloody baptism.

On the viewing platform, the huge light screen looked somewhat desolate at this moment.

The countless tiny light screens that were once densely packed, like stars, have now been extinguished by more than 90%.

Each dimming screen represents the fall of a prodigy.

Of the millions of ambitious participants, fewer than 100,000 are still standing.

This is an extremely brutal elimination process, a path to advancement paved with corpses and blood.

Xie Purou rested her chin on her hand listlessly, swiping her little hand across the light screen.

"Ugh, this is so boring!"

"Now all that's left are tough nuts to crack, each one as cunning as a monkey. They either hide or gather in small groups, so there's no chance of a major fight!"

For the past three months, she has been thrilled by what she has seen, especially the battles between Gu Hanchuan, Shi Kai, Mu Wanling and others, which are a true visual feast.

However, as the number of participants decreased sharply in the later stages, large-scale conflicts became less frequent, and the competition entered a relatively uneventful "garbage time".

You Ruo's gaze fell on the several light screens that were always lit and particularly eye-catching.

Gu Hanchuan sat cross-legged on a throne made of countless bones, closing his eyes to rest. The power of the bones around him had almost materialized into a domain.

Shi Kai stood atop a mountain, enduring wind and rain, his entire being like an unmoving ancient sculpture, merging with heaven and earth.

The place where Mu Wanling was located had been completely transformed into an oasis of life, with exotic flowers and rare herbs everywhere, full of vitality.

These women, like the apex predators in this bloody game, had already eaten and drunk their fill and were leisurely waiting for the game to end.

Looking at the images of these people, Feng Wanli smiled and said, "The number of tokens these people have accumulated has reached an unbelievable level!"

"It's fair to say that any one of them has more tokens than all the other tens of thousands combined!"

"This... is simply a case of dimensional reduction attack!"

Ye Chen remained calm and composed, holding his teacup and gently blowing on the steam.

at this time.

Boom-!

A distant and desolate bell tolled, resounding throughout the entire secret realm without warning, and echoing in the ears of everyone on the viewing platform!

The sound of the bell seemed to come from the heavens above, carrying an undeniable majesty and the power of law.

Immediately afterwards, a grand and indifferent will resonated in everyone's minds.

"The preliminary selection is over!"

The moment the words fell.

In the secret realm, all the survivors were enveloped by a beam of light that shot into the sky!

On the viewing platform.

Everyone involuntarily stood up, their eyes fixed on the huge square in the center!

hum!hum!hum!

The space above the plaza began to twist and fluctuate violently, with spatial vortexes appearing out of thin air.

next moment!

One by one, figures were "spit out" from the spatial vortex and landed unsteadily on the square.

Some of these people were covered in blood, their breath was weak, and their eyes still held the relief of surviving a disaster.

Some of them exuded a murderous aura, their eyes sharp as knives, scanning their surroundings warily, clearly still not recovered from the three-month-long battle.

But what caught the most attention were those figures who landed calmly.

Gu Hanchuan was dressed in black, with a handsome yet sinister face. The moment he appeared, the temperature around him dropped several degrees.

Shi Kai stood upright, his face expressionless, but his eyes were sharp enough to pierce through the void.

Mu Wanling, dressed in a flowing blue dress, possessed an ethereal beauty. Her arrival eased the tense and solemn atmosphere in the square.

Their eyes met in the air.

Although they had a fairly good relationship and could be considered friends, they are now formidable rivals!

When heroes clash, there is no room for gentleness, kindness, respect, frugality, or humility.

At this moment, they were silent, yet sparks flew between them that were even more intense than the clash of swords!

Everyone knows that the real battle for supremacy has only just begun!

The atmosphere in the square was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The countless survivors were clearly divided into numerous small groups, staring at each other warily, their eyes filled with suspicion and hostility.

Although the preliminary selection has ended, the three-month-long bloody battle has already left an indelible mark on their hearts.

Here, you can trust no one but yourself.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and malevolent energy, which mixed together to create a nauseating odor.

Some people were dejected, clearly having gained little in the secret realm, or even nearly losing their lives; they were lucky to have come out alive.

Some were in high spirits, clutching their spoils tightly, their eyes burning with anticipation for the next round of the competition.

Many others, however, were overjoyed at surviving the ordeal, breathing in the air outside the secret realm as if trying to expel all the fear and despair of the past three months.

On Baiyu Square, all walks of life are on full display, and the cruel reality is vividly presented.

at this time.

A majestic voice came from the high platform, echoing throughout the entire square.

"quiet!"

The one who spoke was a prince of the Divine Capital Dynasty, and one of the hosts of this Heavenly Pride Tournament.

His voice wasn't loud, but it contained an irresistible pressure that instantly silenced all the noise in the square.

Everyone instinctively shut their mouths and looked up at the platform.

The prince, dressed in a golden dragon robe, with a majestic face and piercing gaze, slowly swept over the tens of thousands of survivors below.

"The preliminary selection is over."

"Now, begin counting the tokens and announcing the list of those who have advanced!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of guards dressed in uniform armor stepped out from behind him.

These guards, with solemn expressions, marched down from the high platform in orderly steps and arrived at the center of the square.

In their hands, each held a jade plate that shimmered with runic light.

"All participants, place the tokens you have obtained into the jade plate!"

The prince's voice rang out again.

The crowd in the square began to stir, and they all took out their "spoils of war" from their storage treasures over the past three months.