It looked like an ordinary valley, its ground covered in sharp gravel. Anyone who walked across it—even in leather boots—would likely have their feet sliced open.
Could this be the trial for the first stage?
Many people pondered this, but before they could try, a series of sharp whistles rang out from midair. Every boot on their feet was sliced into shreds.
"Is this trial really so simple? I have to say, I'm quite surprised!"
At that moment, a tall old man threw his head back and laughed three times. Then he simply stripped off his outer clothes, went barefoot, and strode across the gravel-strewn ground.
Although both his feet and legs were quickly cut with wound after wound, he did not even twitch an eyebrow. Instead, he moved faster and faster, displaying the ferocity of someone who could walk across a mountain of blades or a sea of fire as though it were level ground.
With this old man taking the lead, the other old men and women, disabled or not, all chased after him. These old folks had fought and killed for most of their lives. The injuries they had suffered and the hardships they had endured were too numerous to count. This trial was truly child's play to them.
In less than three minutes, all one hundred old folks had crossed the five-hundred-meter-long gravel valley.
"Interesting!"
Zhang Yang appeared at that moment, but in his eyes, there was no gravel valley. There were only one hundred old folks fixed in place, enveloped in clusters of mist. They had fallen into an illusion.
The gravel valley they had crossed barefoot was merely the first wave of sword-qi radiation Zhang Yang had sent them.
He wanted to use this method to awaken the old folks' powerful willpower. There was