The Terrifying Simulation Battlefield
True Person Tonggu and True Person Qiye left with a thousand portions of fried rice packed up.
For a moment, Jun Changxiao wondered whether the two had come to warn him about the Ten Great Immortal Sects, or had deliberately come to mooch a meal!
"Your master is right," the system said. "We cannot afford to lower our guard."
"Yeah."
Jun Changxiao said, "How could narrow-minded powers like the Ten Great Immortal Sects tolerate a faction stronger than themselves?"
"However."
He sneered. "I'm not some unlucky bastard like the Devil Ancestor. If they dare target the Eternal Sect, I'll make them vanish into ashes and smoke."
Jun Changxiao might not have had the strength to destroy an immortal sect, but with the three great clans behind him, he at least did not fear them. Given more time to develop, he would sooner or later stomp on their heads!
"Sect Master!"
At that moment, Ding Xingwang hurried into the Main Hall.
The elder school uniform he wore was tattered beyond recognition, and he looked exceedingly bedraggled.
"You came out?"
"We came out!"
"What did you gain?"
"It was awesome!"
Ding Xingwang's eyes burned with unusual fervor.
He had led the first batch of disciples into the Simulation Battlefield. Though only two short hours had passed, they had undergone a brutal slaughter and ultimately wiped out all five hundred martial artists of unknown origin, earning a great many points.
Whoever killed them received the rewards.
Ding Xingwang, Elder Ge, and the other higher-ups were stronger, so they took the lion's share. The disciples also gained more or less something.
As the training ended and everyone was teleported out, a prompt sounded in their ears, asking whether they wished to exchange their earned points for Martial Arts Experience.
Did