Song Zhong was wondering whether he should let some other race participate in that so-called Universal Martial Arts Tournament.
The next moment, an incomparably majestic voice rang out in his mind.
"Your universe belongs to this king. In the entire world, there are eight kings in total. For this Universal Martial Arts Tournament, this king has only one demand of you: suppress the other seven kings. Therefore, if in the first three rounds, all cultivators from a certain universe are eliminated, that will prove your universe is far too useless, and that there is no need for it to exist. If you are eliminated in the first three rounds, then the universe you reside in can simply be destroyed."
With just that one statement, the voice vanished.
Song Zhong's brows suddenly furrowed. So, this meant he could not let ordinary cultivators go. They had to be powerful cultivators?
At the very least, they could not have every single cultivator eliminated within the first three rounds.
If the other party said they would destroy a universe, then they might truly mean destroying the entire universe. After all, to those so-called God Race beings, they might really be nothing more than toys.
In fact, from the meaning behind the other party's words, having them obtain a higher ranking was only for face, and nothing else.
As for rewards, they had not even been mentioned.
He just did not know what the situation was like in the other universe.
In the universe where the other Human Race resided, the avatar Song Zhong had left there immediately flew to the place above where the Overseer was located, directly found the Desolate War God, and asked through voice transmission, "Just now, did some so-called king transmit their voice to you?"
The distance between their two