More than a dozen riders came galloping in. In the span of a few breaths, they had charged into the plaza atop the mountain.
There were only a dozen or so of them, yet their pressure bore down upon the entire crowd, their terrifying aura like sovereigns descending upon the world.
"Hiss!"
All at once, gasps rose throughout the plaza. Many people realized that these dozen-plus riders were all at the Celestial Realm Fourth Stage, while the man at their head had reached the Celestial Realm Fifth Stage.
These dozen riders alone were enough to suppress the entire gathering and intimidate all directions!
"Who exactly are they? How could they be so terrifying?"
Many people gasped, while many more despaired. Ye Xiwen and the others had been one thing—there would always be some slots left over. But now that these dozen riders had arrived, who could contend with them? Who could compete with them for these slots? Wouldn't all the slots ultimately fall into their hands? If so, what was there left for them to fight for?
The crowd instantly erupted into discussion, but the dozen riders in the arena showed no change whatsoever. Cold and merciless, they swept their gazes around; wherever their eyes fell, there was only death.
Cold. Deathly still. Faintly, one could smell the scent of blood.
"Look at the emblem on the shoulders of their armor—it's the emblem of the Wang Family, one of the marquis lineages!" Someone recognized the lineage insignia on the shoulders of their iron armor, and the identities of these newcomers immediately became obvious.
Another group from a marquis lineage had appeared. Those brimming with ambition no longer even had the heart to curse aloud.
The successive appearances of people from marquis lineages were nothing short of a heaven-shattering blow to