[Black World]
Li Yusong, who had been in charge of registration, had already been frightened away.
But that did not mean the assessment was over.
Tap, tap, tap.
Heavy footsteps rang out.
A middle-aged man who was not tall but extremely burly walked out.
He wore a simple vest, the exposed muscles on his body bulging like granite, while a bandit-like air glinted in his eyes.
Zhao Wuji, the Immovable Ming King.
"Not bad. This batch of little monsters is somewhat interesting."
Zhao Wuji swept his gaze over Tang San and the others, who had just worked together to defeat Dai Mubai.
Though they had beaten Dai Mubai, they were still just a bunch of brats in his eyes.
"Since Dai Mubai lost, I'll personally play with you for this final round."
Zhao Wuji casually waved a hand.
A stick of incense was planted in the dirt beside him.
With a rub of Soul Power between his fingers, he lit its tip, and wisps of green smoke rose into the air.
"The rules are simple."
"I, Zhao Wuji, am a level seventy-six Power Attack System Battle Soul Saint."
"The four of you will join forces."
"As long as you can last under my hands for the time it takes this incense to burn, you pass."
Hei Tang San and the others' expressions changed instantly.
That was an insurmountable gulf.
Forget defeating him—even lasting for one stick of incense was as difficult as reaching the heavens.
"Don't panic!"
At the crucial moment, Hei Tang San was still the one who stepped forward.
He forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and swiftly assumed the role of commander.
"Ning Rongrong will provide support. I'll take control. Zhu Zhuqing will harass from the flank, and Xiao Wu will be the main attacker."
"We