My Sign-in Life in Douluo

No matter how you looked at it, cultivation was stronger than martial arts. Otherwise, the ones occupying Yanjing would not have been cultivation families.

Dongjiang Province was a major province no matter how you counted it. Yet when forces and conglomerates wanted to carve up an entire province, the special departments and other major powers had not intervened at all, choosing instead to let it happen!

This was something Jiang Siming still had not figured out for the time being.

"I'd like to see just what tricks you're all playing!"

There was still one day until the Martial Arts Tournament, so Jiang Siming planned to go scout the place first.

It was a huge underground boxing arena. At a glance, it could hold four or five hundred people without any problem.

In the empty underground boxing arena, five elderly men with different expressions stood on the stage.

All five had ruddy complexions and youthful faces despite their white hair. There was not the slightest trace of the decay that came with old age; instead, they looked hale and spirited.

"Old Ghost Bai, what exactly are you hiding up your sleeve? I truly can't guess!" the bald old man said in a powerful voice. He looked extremely righteous and upright, but the gloom and cunning filling his eyes were not concealed in the slightest.

This man was none other than the old patriarch of the Zhao Family, known as Ghost-Faced Diamond. He practiced an external martial art full of upright vigor, yet he himself was sinister and crafty.

The old man at the head wore a kindly smile. "Brother Zhao, we Ancient Martial Arts Families have always shown weakness before the Cultivation World. That might have been fine over a hundred years ago, but now cultivation has entered the Dying Era!