A gentle breeze drifted past, setting the emerald grass rolling in waves.
Jiang Ping An's white robes fluttered softly, several strands of black hair brushing across his resolute, cold face.
He fought to control his heartbeat and suppress the turmoil in his emotions.
Even though he had fought and killed his way up from the mortal realm and had long grown accustomed to battle and slaughter, the prospect of defeating one thousand and twenty-three opponents of the same realm in succession still placed enormous pressure on him.
[First Trial, first round of battle begins.]
As the examiner's voice rang out, a rugged man wielding a broad saber appeared before Jiang Ping An.
This was an opponent simulated by the Divine Ruins Space. He was at the same realm as Jiang Ping An, both of them Middle Lord Gods.
The simulated projection gripped his saber tightly with both hands, the muscles in his arms bulging as he suddenly swung forward.
Tyrannical Blade Intent transformed into a streak of black light and shot straight at Jiang Ping An.
Jiang Ping An did not dodge. He merely stood there quietly, without even raising a defense.
Bang!
The saber struck Jiang Ping An squarely in the chest.
The clothes across his chest were torn apart, leaving behind a faint white mark. He had not been injured.
Seeing that his attack had failed, the rugged saber-wielder exerted force through his legs. The grass beneath his feet exploded, sending countless blades of grass flying.
His entire body shot toward Jiang Ping An. He raised the saber high, Sacred Dao Law swirling around its blade as the entire weapon erupted with dazzling, eye-piercing brilliance.
Hah!
The projection roared and swung down with all his might. The air howled as the blow tore through it, swift and domineering.