CHAPTER 224: CHAPTER 221: BEGIN_1

Supreme Kunlun!

When these four words were uttered, the entire audience was in an uproar. Everyone present deeply understood this legendary figure of the East Border and the entire continent, even looking up to him as a role model.

For countless years, he was the only person to break through to the Immortal Realm with a mere mortal body!

He shattered the curse that only those with special physiques could ascend to immortality!

After the wave of excitement, all eyes fixed on the Kylin Great Emperor, eagerly awaiting his next words.

"To open the Supreme Kunlun dojo, we must gather the Fortune of the East Continent and open a spatial transmission portal. According to our investigations, the dojo left by Supreme Kunlun can only accommodate one thousand people!"

"Furthermore, these one thousand individuals must all be under thirty years of age!"

"Everyone, the strength of these young Fight Heaven’s Best represents the future of the East Continent. This Emperor has decided that we will use martial competitions to determine the top one thousand Fight Heaven’s Best of the East Continent, who will then enter the inheritance ground!"

The Kylin Great Emperor spoke in a loud, dignified voice, showing not the slightest hint of selfishness, carrying himself as someone genuinely considering the future of the East Continent.

Everyone present was filled with gratitude!

"Your Majesty’s magnanimity commands our utmost respect and admiration. We thank you, Your Majesty!"

The foremost supporter of the Kylin Sacred Land, the Sovereign King of the Tyrant Blade Ancient Court, was the first to salute.

"We thank Your Majesty!"

"We thank Your Majesty!"

"..."

The other powers followed suit, offering their thanks, their impression of the Kylin Great Emperor significantly improved. If they were in his shoes, having obtained the Supreme Kunlun dojo, they would have undoubtedly kept it for themselves.

Naturally, some might question this. Opening the supreme dojo required gathering the Fortune of the East Continent; did this mean the Kylin Great Emperor had to share the supreme inheritance with all the forces in the East Border? This hypothesis, however, was evidently invalid. With the might of the Sacred Land, forcing the other powers of the East Border to use their Fortune to open the dojo was a simple matter. Who would dare disobey a Great Emperor’s decree?

"Next, the elders of the Sacred Land will preside over the ’East Border Grand Festival.’ After the festival concludes, this Emperor will organize all the powers to open the supreme dojo!"

The Kylin Great Emperor offered a slight smile, his figure gradually fading until he completely disappeared.

At this moment, an old man with white hair, leaning on a walking stick, shakily stepped onto the high platform and said with a warm smile, "I am Lin WuFeng, Great Elder of the Sacred Land. Enough idle talk. According to our usual customs, the ’East Border Grand Festival’ will determine opponents by drawing lots!"

With that said, he waved his right hand. The area of Qilin Square rapidly expanded, and one hundred arenas materialized, each surrounded by a dense aura of battle intent, making people feel as if they were on an ancient battlefield.

Each arena bore a blood-red number, from one to one hundred!

Beside the arenas, there were tightly sealed boxes.

"Now, will the Fight Heaven’s Best from each power please come forward and draw your opponents!" Lin WuFeng said with a smile.

One by one, the Fight Heaven’s Best stood up, faces full of pride and hearts filled with confidence, and walked towards the boxes to draw lots for their fated opponents.

Qin Wudao didn’t move immediately. He silently observed the Fight Heaven’s Best from the East Border powers. The Sacred Land had the most participants, over two hundred, all of whom had reached the Heavenly Realm.

The number of Fight Heaven’s Best from the ancient-grade forces was around one hundred.

The number of Fight Heaven’s Best from the monarch-grade forces was smaller, at most only twenty to thirty, with the weakest having a mere three representatives.

"One Sacred Land, thirty-two ancient-grade forces, over seventeen hundred monarch-grade forces, and over one hundred thousand Fight Heaven’s Best, all vying for the top one thousand spots. This competition is truly fierce!" Minglong murmured to himself, fists clenched tightly, his eyes burning with battle intent.

He knew his own strength. He might be inferior to those with special physiques, but among those with mortal bodies, he could be considered one of the strongest and still had hope of securing a place in the top one thousand.

Wang Lingling, Peng Shizhuang, and others wore bitter smiles, holding little hope for the supreme inheritance spots. Perhaps they were outstanding talents in the Qin Dynasty’s Divine Court, but in the grand scheme of the East Border, they were ordinary, lost amidst the masses.

However, they didn’t give up. Even if they couldn’t obtain the supreme inheritance spots, they were prepared to give their all, display the might of the Qin Dynasty’s Divine Court, and achieve good results.

"When you draw lots later, don’t all gather at the same arena!" Qin Wudao instructed when most of the Fight Heaven’s Best from the various powers had drawn. If they were at the same arena, bad luck could lead to a situation where disciples from the same faction ended up fighting each other.

"As you command!" Wu Ming and the others cupped their fists in a salute and then scattered to draw their lots.

Qin Wudao walked towards the nearest arena, number fifty, reached into the box, and pulled out a slip of paper. On it were written three digits: ’666’.

"What an auspicious number!" Qin Wudao thought, shaking his head, and returned to the Qin Dynasty’s Divine Court area.

"Your Majesty, I drew number one! I have to go first!" Wang Lingling pouted her red lips, holding up a slip of paper with a large ’One’ written on it, speaking pitifully.

"Lingling, which arena are you in?" Peng Shizhuang asked curiously.

"Arena number one!" Wang Lingling’s expression was one of despair. Arena number one, draw number one—it meant she would be in the very first match. Winning would be acceptable, but if she lost, she would effectively be last. This placed enormous pressure on her.

"Just perform as you normally do. Don’t worry too much, and don’t feel pressured," Qin Wudao comforted her. He hadn’t expected that the Qin Dynasty’s Divine Court would be the first to compete. He wasn’t sure whether to call Wang Lingling lucky or unlucky.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, I will do my utmost!" Wang Lingling said, gritting her teeth. The gentle aura she had moments ago instantly transformed, becoming as sharp as a newly unsheathed sword.

「At high noon!」

All the participating Fight Heaven’s Best had finished drawing lots. Lin WuFeng called out loudly, "Referees, enter the arenas! Let the challenges begin!"

One hundred powerful warriors flew onto the arenas. They were all elders from the various peaks, their cultivation having reached the First Turn Saint King level, more than sufficient to preside over the matches.

"Arena number one: the first Fight Heaven’s Best versus the thousandth Fight Heaven’s Best!"

"Arena number two: the first Fight Heaven’s Best versus the thousandth Fight Heaven’s Best!"

...

The thunderous voice echoed accurately in the ears of the competing Fight Heaven’s Best.

"Your Majesty, I’ll head out now!" Wang Lingling clenched her long whip, leaped, and landed on arena number one. Her red skirt fluttered, and her fighting spirit soared.

"KEKEKE, what have we here? A beauty?" A cold voice interjected. The Fight Heaven’s Best set to battle Wang Lingling stepped onto the arena. He wore a green long robe, wielded a battle sword that radiated a chilly light, and had an eerie grin on his face.

"Green Stripe Sect!" The faces of Qin Wudao, Xiang Yu, Wu Ming, and the others darkened, a hint of Evil Qi flickering around them.

"Peak of the Transcendent Realm... Wang Lingling is in danger!" Qin Wudao’s brows furrowed slightly. Wang Lingling’s strength had just broken through to the early stage of the Transcendent Realm, while the Green Stripe Sect’s Fight Heaven’s Best possessed strength at the peak of the Transcendent Realm. The gap was not a small one.

"I hope Lingling will be safe!!" Peng Shizhuang watched arena number one anxiously.

"Wang Lingling of the Qin Dynasty’s Divine Court versus Wang Yuan Jing of the Green Stripe Sect! The match officially begins!" The referee briefly introduced the two combatants and then left the arena, clearing the combat space for them.

Wang Lingling tightly grasped her long whip, red Spiritual Energy flickering around it. She looked at Wang Yuan Jing with a solemn expression; she could feel immense pressure emanating from him.

At the same time, she also sensed his malicious intent.

"Little beauty, prepare to enjoy this young master’s torment!" Wang Yuan Jing’s lecherous gaze fixated on Wang Lingling’s curvaceous figure for a moment. He gulped, his battle sword flashing with green light as he launched a fierce attack.