The entire scene fell deathly silent.
Hundreds of thousands of eyes bore into the two men, filled with disbelief.
They had really come?
And there were only two of them?
Had they come to surrender—or were they out of their minds and here to seek death?
"Yo, quite a lively scene."
Yang Lingtian spat out the foxtail grass in his mouth and looked at the mass of people before him.
There was not the slightest trace of fear on his face. Instead, a faint smile appeared.
"So many people have come to welcome us. I'm truly flattered."
As he spoke, he began walking forward.
He clearly possessed only the cultivation of the Mid Divine Lord Realm, yet the aura radiating from him—that indifferent air of treating thousands upon thousands of soldiers as nothing—
Actually made the outer disciples of the three great forces blocking the way feel an inexplicable chill in their hearts.
It was suppression that came from the depths of their souls.
"Move aside."
Yang Lingtian lightly spat out two words.
His voice was not loud, yet it clearly drilled into everyone's ears.
The cultivators standing at the very front looked into Yang Lingtian's eyes, deep as an abyss.
They felt their legs go weak, while a chill surged from the soles of their feet straight to the crown of their heads.
Subconsciously, they retreated to either side.
Clatter—
The originally impenetrable wall of people was forcibly opened into a broad avenue by the two men.
Yang Lingtian walked leisurely with his hands behind his back.
Yang Dingtian carried his great saber, his nostrils pointed toward the sky.
Just like that, the two swaggered through the encirclement of tens of thousands and walked straight to the wide open ground beneath the elevated platform.
This was the "trial ground"