A thousand kills got you onto the ranking. Ten thousand kills took you to the top!
Defeat a million people, and perhaps you could ultimately enter the top ten of the Emperor Star Ranking!
That was why the Emperor Star Ranking had established the requirement of "a thousand points to rank"—to give the participating disciples a process of adapting to the No-Heaven Realm.
Only when someone had, without a word of warning, directly killed their way to a thousand did this rule come into being.
In truth, using the number of defeats as the ranking rule for the Emperor Star Ranking had happened many times throughout history. The ranking rules had constantly changed over the years, yet though everything changed, the essence remained the same. In the end, it was all competition and battle.
The strong stood out, and the emperor's star rose!
Of course, Li Tianming estimated that there were likely quite a few opportunities like the Little Sky Stele, which could directly grant three thousand points.
At the very least, they would reduce the proportion of the rankings occupied by defeat counts.
"Diversified competition. That's fair enough."
It could be concluded that what came next would be a great slaughter involving everyone.
A war of one billion people!
Before, with the rules uncertain, most people had not dared to act recklessly.
Now, for the glory of their sects, they could no longer care about anything else.
"Hey, hey, this little demoness is killing quite fiercely, huh?"
Yu Ziqian popped out from who knew where, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Little demoness?"
Li Tianming took a careful look at the name ranked beneath his.
Lan Feilin?
That name sounded somewhat like Jiang Feiling's.
"Could she be Lan Xingyao's older sister?" Li Tianming asked.
"Of course she is. You