"So strong!"
"The Ten Emperor Puppet Body mirrors the Emperor Dao of all ten emperors, covering the myriad Daos of all heavens. Even our own unique secret arts fall within their Emperor Paths. In other words, none of our tricks work. There's no winning by surprise!"
"To survive, we can only hold on through sheer ability and withstand it with raw strength!"
"Is this what a combat strength test is?"
Those who had yet to take the stage all grew solemn.
"Those who passed the hundredth floor can last three breaths."
"Those who passed the hundred and twentieth can last four!"
As one figure after another underwent the test, everyone began to see that the Immortal Emperor's earlier promise-that anyone who lasted more than ten breaths could advance directly without taking the remaining tests-was nothing but a distant dream. It was simply impossible.
"Four breaths!"
Luo Ningshuang flew backward, incredulous. She had used almost everything she had. Aside from her last-resort, life-or-death techniques, she had practically gone all out, yet she had barely lasted four breaths. Worse, she had spent the entire time dodging, utterly unable to strike back!
"Me too."
Su Wanyi smiled bitterly. Over the past several hundred years, she and Luo Ningshuang had competed with each other, quietly chasing each other's progress, and neither had gained the upper hand.
"The Ten Emperor Puppet Body is already at the peak of Quasi-Emperor. It even seems to be holding back."
Among the Emperor Clan, Di Mingyuan narrowed his eyes, his gaze grave. He suddenly felt that even if he used certain forbidden arts, he might not last ten breaths and bypass the remaining tests.
"Is a test like this really necessary? Once all four tests are over and twenty candidates compete for True King, we'll naturally know who's stronger