A bombshell, an uproar-if you would wear the crown!

As host Dong Xin finished speaking, a heavy alloy gate concealed in the wall slowly rose behind one side of the commentary desk.

The passage beyond was deep and dark. Within it, the faint outline of a tall, straight figure seemed to grow infinitely larger.

"Who is it? Who is it?!"

"Hey! Is an overlord coming out? Who's first?!"

The two hundred thousand spectators held their breath, many craning their necks to see.

Every camera turned toward the gate. Under the gaze of over a hundred million livestream viewers, a young man strolled out.

He stood tall and walked steadily, his blue-green ritual robe, its crossed collar closing to the right, rippling with a jade luster beneath the lights.

Dong Xin's voice rose with excitement. "The direct disciple of Longhu Mountain's current Celestial Master...

"Please welcome our first overlord, Grandmaster [Dragon and Tiger Sovereign · Chen Zhiming]!"

On the curved platform to the right of the commentary desk, an enormous obsidian throne rose from the ground.

It towered majestically, gleaming with a dark radiance.

Anyone qualified to occupy this throne was one of the six strongest young people in Great Chu!

Chen Zhiming claimed it without hesitation.

He seated himself firmly and swept back ritual sleeves that seemed to encompass heaven and earth. Resting his arms on the throne's armrests, he sat upright and looked straight ahead, unsmiling, his imposing dignity intangible.

The five-meter-high throne placed him at precisely a forty-five-degree angle above the competitors' seating below.

Chen Zhiming looked down over the competitors, then closed his eyes.

Bone-chilling killing intent flowed silently through the vast arena.

That single glance sent the hairs of countless competitors standing on end.

"Hiss... he's too strong. That presence! Just what you'd expect from the Celestial Master's direct disciple. Whatever you do, don't pick