Quila Seeks Reckoning!

The view returned to the crisis-ridden desert of Giant Salt Star.

Yellow sand still churned across the sky with the wind, while the vast land remained littered everywhere with the wreckage left behind by fierce slaughter.

With the coordinates made public and the rankings revealed, the atmosphere across the entire trial ground had become utterly tense and murderous.

In the wilderness on the other side of Giant Salt Star.

Quila stood atop an undulating dune, the bitter wind whipping his black battle suit.

He lowered his eyes slightly and stared at the golden ranking list hovering before him. The corners of his lips slowly curled into a grim arc, and a cold smile brimming with viciousness surfaced on his face.

"Lu Yuan... Heh heh."

"I may not know what kind of damned luck you stumbled into to amass so many points and climb above my head."

"But now that the entire arena's coordinates have been revealed, everyone's location is exposed beyond doubt."

"Just wait obediently. I'll come find you myself and settle the score."

In Quila's ingrained understanding.

The only reason Lu Yuan could obtain points so far beyond his own was surely because of the endless fortuitous encounters he had stumbled upon along the way.

Perhaps he had picked up hidden resources, or perhaps he had happened to kill a lone high-ranking alien race member.

From beginning to end, he refused to believe that Lu Yuan's true strength could genuinely overpower his own.

In his heart, lucky opportunities were ultimately insubstantial.

Only solid cultivation foundations and real, head-on combat prowess were the foundations of victory.

Now, the trial had entered its final stage of slaughter.

No longer would it rely on farming monsters to accumulate points; it would instead be a complete contest of the prodigies' own hard strength.