The round-bodied man spoke loudly, drawing everyone's attention. Their gazes turned toward Jiang Ping An.
Seeing another newcomer arrive, some of the spirits who had wanted a second attempt silently stepped back.
There was no limit on attempts here. As long as they survived, they could keep trying.
Jiang Ping An stepped onto the bloodstained stone platform.
The platform was small, only five hundred meters across.
Within that confined space, he could not fly, defend himself, or use magical artifacts. Dodging an exceptionally fast sword would be no easy task.
The God Core Realm expert who had attempted the trial before him had lasted less than the time it took an incense stick to burn.
Jiang Ping An was not a speed-focused spirit, so this challenge offered him no advantage.
Even so, he was confident he could pass.
As he stepped onto the platform, the space above it trembled. Countless green Divine Runes drifted out and formed a Wind Divine Sword radiating the aura of the Divine Power Realm Peak.
Without giving Jiang Ping An any time to prepare, the Wind Divine Sword became a streak of green light and shot straight at him.
The instant it stabbed toward him, Jiang Ping An snapped his head aside. The sword skimmed his white hair, severing several strands.
Fortunately, cutting his hair did not count as a hit.
He could be hit only five times. Any more, and he would be eliminated.
The sword's attack missed, but it gave Jiang Ping An no chance to recover. It wheeled around and struck from behind.
Jiang Ping An drove his foot against the platform and twisted his body.
The sword swept past his chest.
This time, though, it did not fly far. The moment it sensed its thrust had missed, it slashed sideways.
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