Golden Armor Beetle

With Liang Qu's sensational demonstration, the instructors at the other four stations were spared one troublesome task. After explaining the ten rules, they struck their gongs in succession.

The court clerk held a roster and called out names.

"Bai Zhiduan!"

The young man in a black brocade robe held his head high and chest out. After a minor official verified his identity, he stepped before the five pillars under the gaze of the crowd.

Ignoring the tiger, ox, and horse pillars, he went straight to the elephant pillar and loosened his shoulders.

What confidence!

Discussion below the platform did not cease.

An eighteen-year-old Hunting Tiger Great Martial Master—there had been only one such person since Da Shun was founded.

Liang Qu was Liang Qu, and he was himself. Having come this far, Bai Zhiduan had a fair understanding of his own abilities and had done his homework.

If one could lift the dragon pillar, a place on the Twenty-Eight Mansions Ranking was guaranteed. If one could lift the elephant pillar, that was still seven or eight chances out of ten for a bright future.

The preliminary selection would last several days. There were no fewer than a thousand candidates in the field today alone—how could it be so simple? Liang Qu flipped through the roster and portraits.

The pages bore the seal of the provincial government. Twenty-six years old, Wolf Smoke Earth Bridge, born into a small northern family. Judging by his record, his talent was quite good, the qilin child of his clan.

Seeing the young man nod, the minor official lit a short stick of incense.

"Ha!"

"Up!"

Bai Zhiduan wrapped his arms around the elephant pillar and stomped down with explosive force. Veins bulged across both arms, his muscles swelled, and a majestic pillar of blood rose