The Guard Hall was built of thousand-year-old ebony, as sturdy as exotic metal. Dusky radiance shimmered across it, while countless runes, wondrous rays, and traces of Dao resonance floated in the air, spilling gold and dazzling color in an exquisite display of mystery.
Xiao Chen stepped forward at an unhurried pace, his expression calm, as though what awaited him was not a trial of life and death, but a playful game.
"He sure fucking knows how to put on an act!"
"That composure of his is way too steady!"
"The wind sighs mournfully, and the Yi River..."
"Quit being sour!"
Seeing Xiao Chen so calm and collected, the Martial Kings throughout the hall fixed their burning gazes on him, their eyes discerning as though watching a fire. Beneath their contempt lay anticipation.
The Crossing Pig youth before them was putting on far too convincing an act. Those who knew understood that he was committing suicide; those who did not would have thought he truly had a fully formed plan in mind.
"According to the rules, the Guard Hall's assessment consists of two tests. The first tests your cultivation realm, and the second is live combat against a real opponent. I won't make things difficult for you. As long as you pass the first test, I'll let bygones be bygones and forgive your earlier affront to me and the Guard Hall!" Liu Wanxiong spoke coldly, taking out a strange, dull-gray stone the size of a pigeon's egg.
The gray stone was smooth and crystalline, rippling with spiritual radiance and astonishing fluctuations. One glance was enough to tell that it was extraordinary.
Whether in the Mortal World or the Spirit Realm, items used to test cultivation realms were indispensable.
The gray stone Liu Wanxiong had taken out had a technical name in