The ranked roulette wheel is a magical artifact, with countless runes on it. When a deputy pavilion master activates the wheel, the runes on the wheel flash, and suddenly the flickering divine light abruptly stops.
Then, an egg-sized sphere fell into the stone box beneath the roulette wheel. Someone stepped forward carrying the stone box and approached the deputy pavilion master.
Both the roulette wheel and the stone box were protected by formations. Throughout the process, Long Chen could only see a sphere fall into the box, but he couldn't clearly see the shape of that sphere.
The old man opened his large hand and slowly reached into the box. At that moment, Long Chen frowned. He looked at Feng Xinyue, who happened to look at Long Chen as well.
"Long Chen, what's wrong?" Tang Wan'er saw Long Chen frown and couldn't help but ask.
Seeing Feng Xinyue remain calm, Long Chen shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I just feel some people are shameless and like to cheat — at their age, they've already lived like dogs." Long
Chen's voice wasn't loud, but not quiet either. Most of the powerful figures present heard it, and the deputy pavilion master, upon hearing Long Chen's words, showed a trace of panic in his eyes.
It turned out that when the old man reached into the box, he also slipped his sleeve inside. Long Chen clearly sensed something unusual about his sleeve.
Long Chen immediately deduced that the old man had a round ball in his sleeve. He had pretended to take the ball from the box, but in reality, he was placing it in his hand where no one else could see him.
Long Chen had seen this kind of trick as a child in the Fengming Empire, but he never expected that such tricks could be seen in the Immortal Realm as well. It was truly eye-opening.
Long Chen noticed something, and so did Feng Xinyue. However, since she pretended not to see it, Long Chen couldn't expose it.
The old man was clearly feeling guilty, pretending not to hear Long Chen's words, raising the ball in his hand and shouting,
"It's the Evil Blood Battlefield. This ranked match will be held here."
The old man announced the completion of the process, and the roulette and stone box were immediately removed, followed by someone reading the rules.
The so-called Evil Blood Battlefield is a demon lair deep within the Great Wilderness, known as the Evil Wind Blood Demon.
The Evil Wind Blood Demons are extremely rare demons who possess the power of wind. They possess vast territories, even larger than the Wind God Sea Pavilion's territory.
The Evil Wind Blood Demon clan is vast and numerous, and this race has always been the target of hunting and trials at the Wind God Sea Pavilion.
Because inside the Evil Wind Blood Demon's head was something called the Blood Demon Crystal, which was the essence of their lifelong power.
Within this Blood Demon Crystal lies violent phoenix-element energy. This energy contains rare, powerful evil energy and cannot be directly absorbed, but after purification, the Blood Demon Crystal is worth more than ten thousand times that of Wind Spirit Stones.
Because of its astonishing value and essential for wind-element experts, disciples of the Wind God Sea Pavilion venture deep into the Great Wilderness to hunt in the territory of the Evil Wind Blood Demon.
However, deep within the territory of the Evil Wind Blood Demon lies the Great Wilderness. The higher one's cultivation, the more severely the laws suppress them there. Therefore, only disciples below the Human Emperor rank are allowed to hunt.
The Wind God Sea Pavilion is too far from the territory of the Evil Wind Blood Demon; ordinary teleportation arrays simply cannot reach it; teleportation must rely on the power of the Wind-Fixing Pearl.
At that time, the seventeen teams will each be teleported to hunting spots on the outskirts of the Blood Demon territory. Since they have dealt with the Blood Demon Clan for years, that place is relatively safe for hunting.
Fight fast with speed, retreat after success, without alerting the terrifying presence deep within. If you encounter a terrifying presence, just crush the teleportation nameplate, and the Wind-Fixing Pearl will sense it and directly teleport the person back to the Wind God Sea Pavilion.
However, the teleportation nameplate was made from a special wind-element immortal metal, extremely precious. Generally, unless absolutely necessary, no one would crush the nameplate.
Moreover, teleporting there consumes enormous energy. Usually, when disciples go hunting, they usually go and return on their own.
Only the trials of the goddesses and divine sons qualify for teleportation privileges. However, they also have tasks: each team must bring back at least 100,000 Blood Demon Blue Crystals to pass, or else the Wind God Sea Pavilion will lose money.
Blood Demon Blue Crystals: Only Heavenly Saint-level Blood Demons have a certain chance of producing blue-quality magic crystals. About ten Heavenly Saint-level Blood Demons have one in a chance to form Blood Demon Blue Crystals. One hundred thousand means at least one million Heavenly Saint-level Blood Demons must be killed.
Their trial was based on the number of Blood Demon Blue Crystals they brought back, and the last place would be eliminated.
Since traditionally only sixteen teams participated in the qualifying round, this time there were seventeen. Therefore, the qualifying round was held in two rounds: the first was an elimination round, where one team had to be eliminated before the real ranking round began.
After the man finished announcing the rules, Long Chen understood immediately. This was meant to test the team's overall strength. With him leading, Long Chen was unafraid of any challenge.
The Hidden Dragon warriors today are no longer the delicate women they once were; they now possess the aura of true masters. Now is the time to test their results.
When gathering, Long Chen had already examined all the teams. The strong members in these teams truly had far greater aptitude and talent than the Hidden Dragon warriors.
But these guys, each with their noses hanging out, seven defiant, eight resentful, looked like greenhouse flowers who had never been beaten.
If the Hidden Dragon warriors fought them one-on-one, Long Chen believed no team could stand against the Hidden Dragon Legion.
So even though Long Chen knew the old man was playing dirty tricks, he was still full of confidence. As the old man said, in the face of absolute power, any conspiracy is fabricated.
Moreover, since Feng Xinyue hadn't said anything, it meant they were just making some sneaky moves. They definitely wouldn't dare go all out on so many people, or else Feng Xinyue would have killed them.
The conversation between Feng Xinyue and Tang Wan'er was supposedly meant for Tang Wan'er, but it was also for Long Chen. The meaning was: don't hold back, act when necessary, and whatever grievances Tang Wan'er suffers is up to Long Chen.
Long Chen had long disliked this group. Now that Feng Xinyue was backing him, if Long Chen still indulged them, he wouldn't be called Long Chen anymore.
After the rules were read, the deputy pavilion master gave some hypocritical reminders and a few words of encouragement. Everyone was awarded a new nameplate.
Everyone carefully put away the nameplates. These were life-saving items. Although they might not be needed, if they ran out when needed, it would be complete disaster.
After the nameplates were distributed, Long Chen noticed that the other teams were all looking at Long Chen and Tang Wan'er with cold sneers, and Long Chen smiled back at them. Perhaps everyone thought the other was very funny.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the Wind-Fixing Pearl atop the pagoda, like a blazing sun, shimmered with radiance. Long Chen immediately felt a powerful spatial force enveloping them, and everyone vanished in an instant.