Saint Emperor's Disciple

"Eastern Ancient's prodigies are of quite high quality. Eastern Ancient names rank near the top in both matches."

After seeing the point rankings, Qin Heng thought to himself.

The 870,000 Star Lords in the arena came from more than a dozen holy lands of the Juegu Dynasty, as well as the three star regions directly governed by the imperial capitals.

Among so many people, seeing three or five Eastern Ancient names appear in the top ten was absolutely something to be proud of.

Jialian and Dong Huaiyue had appeared in the previous match, while Qin Heng and Jue Gang appeared in this one. The various Eternal Experts watching from the Juegu Dynasty were all rather surprised, and within the web of interwoven divine senses, they had already begun asking who Qin Heng was.

The arena had only just opened, and Qin Heng would have plenty more chances to show himself.

He did not deliberately pursue high scores. He merely continued spreading his divine sense, killing every person who entered his hunting range.

Sometimes, he would not encounter anyone for half a day, and his points would remain stagnant.

Other times, he would encounter dozens or even hundreds at once, turning it into a harvest.

The arena, with a radius of ten million kilometers, was still somewhat too large. With his realm suppressed, his divine sense only reached ten thousand kilometers, a drop in the ocean.

After several dozen hours passed, Qin Heng had accumulated more than 8,000 points. Since he had not encountered many opponents, he had fallen from his overwhelming first place to seventh.

But he did not care. As long as he advanced, that was enough.

In the eighty-seventh hour after the opening, Qin Heng leisurely flew past a snowy mountain. His divine sense detected a powerful Raptor