Having received Ye Yongxian's answer, Chen Changsheng said calmly, "No problem. Then let us set three thousand years as the limit."
"Let the prodigies of this era serve as Chess Pieces. Whoever loses will bow their head and submit!"
As soon as the words fell, Chen Changsheng vanished from where he stood.
Looking at the scenery below, Ye Yongxian said, "You are a Demon Cultivator. Bewitching hearts is your specialty."
"I think it is time you showed some real skill."
Faced with Ye Yongxian's words, Wang Hao licked his lips and said, "Rest assured, Ancestor. I have put up with him for more than a day or two."
"He always thinks that having a few tricks makes him capable of anything, never realizing that such thinking is simply looking down on the heroes of the world."
"I would like to see whether the Undertaker, without the support of high-level cultivators, truly has three heads and six arms."
After saying that, Wang Hao vanished as well.
Yet Ye Yongxian did not believe a single word of Wang Hao's "bold declaration."
How could someone with eight hundred schemes tucked away in his belly possibly reveal his true intentions so casually?
Whatever he could say aloud was certainly not his true intention.
The Mortal World Trial had begun.
All the prodigies stepped into the mortal world with unwavering confidence.
They believed their Dao Hearts could never be defeated by the mortal world, but after entering it for just two days, their confidence had vanished into thin air.
Grrr!
The strange sound from his stomach twisted Heng Tian's expression, while the intense hunger made his vision go dark.
The trap he had watched over for an entire day and night had yielded nothing.
Had the last shred of reason not restrained him, Heng