Linley and Doehring had barely stepped out of the hotel courtyard when they noticed something unusual.
"What's going on?"
Linley frowned as he looked at the somewhat empty streets around him.
As a royal city, Qinghuo City was usually quite bustling.
But now, there were barely any pedestrians left on the streets.
Moreover, those pedestrians were all mortals or Saint-level experts. At the very least, Linley did not see a single God-level being.
"What happened?" Linley casually stopped a Saint-level expert. "Why is there no one on the streets?"
"My lord, this is your first time in Qinghuo City, isn't it?" The Saint-level expert appeared somewhat flustered. "Every thirty years, Lord Qinghuo holds a tournament in the inner city. The tournament is divided into three arenas: Low-God, Mid-God, and High-God. Those who perform well in each arena will be granted an audience with Lord Qinghuo, who will offer them guidance."
Linley and Doehring paid no attention to the Saint-level expert's flustered expression.
However, what the Saint-level expert had said greatly interested them both.
"Grandpa Doehring," Linley transmitted mentally to Doehring, "this Qinghuo City Lord is at least a Six-Star Demon, perhaps even a Seven-Star Demon. Shall we go take a look?"
"Let's go have a look." Doehring nodded as he replied mentally. "Although I have yet to encounter any bottlenecks, receiving guidance from a powerful expert would still be well worth it."
After exchanging a few mental messages, the two had already decided to participate.
As for whether they could win?
Neither Linley nor Doehring doubted it.
If their strength still could not earn them recognition, then they truly needed to reassess the strength of Low-Gods within the Plane Prison.
In fact, even among Mid-Gods, those stronger than the two of them were probably rare.
Linley casually tossed a Saint-level