"That brat in white really has unbeatable dumb luck. Even this worked!"
"So what if he passed the first round? What truly decides the outcome is the Mountain God's outline. This round tests foundations, potential, and bloodline. That lucky little bastard is sure to be eliminated!"
Outside the mountain tomb, some of those eliminated refused to leave. They hid in the forest a thousand meters away, secretly watching.
According to the rules.
Those eliminated in the first round.
Should have left immediately.
Yet.
The Thousand Mountains Tiger Talisman was far too alluring.
They had entered the game themselves.
Almost plucked its fruit.
Almost soared into the heavens.
After being eliminated.
How could they simply leave?
How could any of them accept that?
Especially.
When a little brat in white like Xiao Chen, whose status, cultivation, and gifts were all inferior to theirs.
Had not only passed.
But achieved a staggering result.
In just three breaths.
He had lit the Tiger Tally.
Making it shine.
Such dumb luck.
Had already provoked widespread fury.
Many who normally stood high above others, aloof and majestic as young immortals, now clenched their fists and ground their teeth, wishing they could take the field themselves, bite Xiao Chen to death, and tear him apart alive.
Yet.
Hu Heifeng was present.
All they could do.
Was watch from afar.
And rage helplessly.
Many cursed under their breath, their jealousy towering to the heavens, desperate to see Xiao Chen crash and burn in the second round.
"Huh, I think I've seen this man somewhere. The more I look, the more familiar he seems! I remember now. He's... Xiao Chen!"
"Xiao Chen? That savage little brat Zhao Qingyun has been hunting down like a worthless dog?"
"Exactly. I once spent bell treasures gathering information on the Bright Moon