Ye Wuhuan descended step by step from the heavens and arrived at the Martial God Stage.
"Greetings, Sect Master!"
"Greetings, Sect Master!"
The five hundred thousand warriors gathered here all bowed in unison.
Ye Wuhuan's expression was cold and stern as he called out, "Rise!"
This man was none other than one of the three Sect Masters of Divine Relic Ridge, the guardian of the Five Peaks, the ruler of Saint Night Dynasty—the number one dynasty east of the ridge—and Ye Suxin's biological father, Ye Wuhuan!
Ye Wuhuan said, "Time flies. Another year has come to an end, and it is time for this year's Spirit Child Battle again. I wonder how much progress the warriors who failed to secure a Spirit Child seat last year have made today?"
"Di Xia, Shi Yezhou, Tong Ji, are the three of you ready this year?"
Ye Wuhuan looked at the three warriors near the front of the Martial God Stage and asked with a smile.
These three had participated in the Spirit Child Battle last year, but had narrowly missed out on the Spirit Child seats. Helpless, they had no choice but to wait another year and participate again this year!
When the three heard Ye Wuhuan's words, they immediately replied with smiles.
"This disciple has made ample preparations!"
"This year's Spirit Child seat is mine!"
"Di Xia, Shi Yezhou, the two of you can go drink tea. This year's Spirit Child seat belongs to me, Tong Ji. It has nothing to do with you!"
Even in this brief exchange, the smell of gunpowder had already begun to fill the air.
After hearing this, Ye Wuhuan smiled faintly. "Good. Then I'll wait to see you all sweep aside the competition and seize the Spirit Child seats."
"Disciples, the Spirit Child Battle is