The tournament begins!
On Platform Three, Lin Bai took the stage with the cultivation of a Ninth-Rank Dao God, clearly marking him as an anomaly.
Looking across all eight platforms, nearly everyone was at the Dao God Peak realm. Only a scant few were Ninth-Rank Dao Gods.
Lin Bai was one of them.
As the saying went, when picking persimmons, you squeezed the soft ones first. Lin Bai had undoubtedly become the target of everyone on Platform Three.
When Lin Bai had taken the stage moments ago, several people had already cast disdainful looks at him and declared that once the tournament began, he would be the first one they kicked off the platform.
Sure enough, the moment the presiding elder announced the start of the tournament, Lin Bai instantly sensed dozens of people charging toward him.
"Are you here to get beaten?"
Lin Bai raised an eyebrow. Watching dozens of people rush at him, he showed not the slightest fear. He folded his arms and let a mocking smile curl across his lips.
"Get off the platform!"
One of the martial artists shot in front of Lin Bai and struck downward with a palm from midair.
The tremendous force twisted the void, and a huge five-finger imprint descended straight toward Lin Bai's head.
"Courting death!" Lin Bai said, unhurriedly throwing a light punch.
A thunderous boom rang out.
The two forces collided violently. In the next instant, his opponent flew backward like a kite with its string cut and landed awkwardly on the ground.
Before he could even get back to his feet, a quick-footed old man kicked him off the platform.
The formation around the tournament platform was particularly interesting. Once activated, it allowed only exit, not entry.
Martial artists could leave the platform without any obstruction.
However,