Cold Mountain was only ten thousand li from Purple Gold City, making it one of the peaks closest to the city.
With a mountain so close, ordinary Demon Race powerhouses would not dare come here to provoke the human geniuses. After all, once a Demon Race powerhouse climbed Cold Mountain and challenged a genius, the geniuses in Purple Gold City could reach Cold Mountain within an hour!
Therefore, any Demon Race powerhouse who dared climb Cold Mountain to provoke the human geniuses definitely possessed some strength!
Every five years, the grand human disciple-recruitment assembly drew the attention of all kinds of forces across Lingnan. As another race that had battled humanity for many years in this world, the Demon Race naturally would not give up such a fine opportunity to make a name for itself!
Just as the waiter had said earlier, every year during the disciple-recruitment assembly, Demon Race powerhouses would interfere, kill several geniuses, and flaunt their might. Ultimately, they merely wanted to prove that Demon Race powerhouses were stronger than human powerhouses, and that the Demon Race had more geniuses as well!
Cold Mountain was the stage for the annual contest between the Demon Race and humanity. Many Demon Race and human powerhouses had died in battle on Cold Mountain—so many that their number could not even be measured!
At that moment, atop Cold Mountain, a young man in a spotless white robe stood with an arrogant expression and sharp brows over starry eyes. A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he looked disdainfully at the human powerhouses floating in the air around him!
"Come on! Are you human powerhouses really this afraid of death?"
"Is there not a single one of you who dares come up and fight me?"
"If there isn't