Chapter 13117 — By Any Reasonable Standard

By any reasonable standard, a divine-battle secret realm of this caliber had virtually no entry threshold to speak of—any novice squad at all was qualified to sign up and take part.

After all, even if you won, the rewards were severely limited.

In ordinary times, all one could hope for was a few first-rank divine chests; even if you fought all the way to the end and took the championship, the prize amounted to no more than a handful of second-rank divine chests.

In terms of reward tier, it could not even compare to many of the internal grand competitions.

But as Elder Peng had said, if this was the first-ever opening of the realm, then things were entirely different.

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Worth noting was the fact that Longjin Zhantian, ranked first on the Human List, was the foremost prodigy of the Golden Flame Clan, the chief disciple of the Blood Dragon Martial Manor's inner court, and also the elder brother of Longjin Xuan'er.

The moment the youth stepped out of the room, he first scooped up Dongfang Wan'er with doting affection, and only then did he turn his gaze toward the floor below.

Around Zhou Can stood only the soldiers he had brought himself; at a single command, seven or eight of them instantly lunged forward, bore the two men to the ground, and set about trussing them up with a great flurry of hands.

Recalling the scene of her self-mutilation in the hospital, Zhong Lingyu realized that Ludia was nothing but a puzzle wrapped in dense fog—even if he exhausted every ounce of his strength, he could not make out what sort of face lay hidden beneath it.

The Han King's soldiers on the wall had been somewhat hesitant at first, but seeing that these men had all thrown down their weapons, they were finally put fully at ease and let the troops through the earthen rampart.

Zhong Lingyu exchanged a glance with Yujin, signaling for her to stay outside and keep Yuxiu company—otherwise Yuxiu would very likely fall apart; for all her bluster, she was a tiger only inside her own den, and before anyone of true authority she wilted like a blade of grass.

Seeing this, Kuangwang too wore a look of delight, and letting his gaze sweep over the fifteen faces before him, he at once discerned each of their identities.

Of course, there were still a few screens that remained utterly motionless—which meant those mecha had been reduced to scrap and could no longer be put into combat.

Even a physique as formidable as Xiao Yue's was ceaselessly carved open with one gash after another, some deep, some shallow; Xiao Yue gritted his teeth and persevered in the tempering, for he could not give up halfway, or all his previous efforts would be for naught.

The four of them surveyed the expanse of ruins before them, and not a trace of surprise showed on their faces—it seemed they had already known beforehand of the annihilation of the Six-Winged Flying Dragon clan.

Standing at the water's edge, Xia Zheng gazed out at the gigantic waterfall, fully a thousand zhang tall, in the near distance, and could not help nodding in satisfaction.

Yet no matter what, neither of them had expected that today they would witness such a scene with their own eyes; although Xiao Tie was not any sort of ore-picker, what difference was there between this and those ore-pickers?

In that instant, Yun Tianyang felt as though a terrifying mountain peak had been slammed directly onto his body. A shocking and dreadful force burst upon him in an instant, whipping his long hair into the air and sending his robes flapping wildly.

To this very day, he still dared not—and was unwilling to—think back on the events of ten years ago; apart from Xin'er's smile and that tender gentleness, which were engraved into his bones and impossible to forget, Cheng Jin wished to remember nothing else, nor did he want to.

For the all-important first Appraisal Conference of Nameless Town, this was absolutely of no benefit.

Jia Yan still had his hands clasped behind his back, shutting his eyes tight and paying no heed to anything, while the silver-white cloak behind him billowed in the wind, and with it danced the two words "Alliance."

Had it not been for Su Lin's intense hostility, he would certainly have gone over to greet them the moment he entered the classroom.

"Heh heh, this treasure is rather interesting. Do you know what it's called? Or rather, what do you call an object like this?" Xu Yang asked. It was a cylindrical object, carved with ornate patterns on the outside, very exquisite.

"So it really is true, then." If merely the scent of the Dragon-Slaying Fruit could calm a dragon's blood when smelled by a member of the dragon race, then what would happen if the juice of the Dragon-Slaying Fruit truly entered a dragon's body through a wound? The dragon before them now was the final result.

But at that very moment, the gaze of the Heavenly Silkworm Daoist had already been withdrawn, and he stepped straight forward—with that single step, crossing fully five hundred zhang of ground in an instant.