In the Eastern Wasteland gathering grounds, countless cultivators were stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.
The entire venue fell silent. Several breaths later, the crowd suddenly erupted into an uproar. Everyone doubted their own eyes as they stared in utter shock at the ancient battlefield suspended in midair. Every gaze was fixed on the young man in green within the transmission circle of the seventy-fourth battlefield.
"Late Golden Core Realm... how is that possible?" someone cried out in shock, the voice echoing through the gathering grounds and shattering the silence.
"A Late Golden Core Realm youthful prodigy actually appeared in the first stage of the battlefield? My heavens, this can't be real."
"Could it be that the outstanding talents in the seventy-fourth battlefield were all weaklings? That makes no sense at all. No matter how powerful a Golden Core Realm cultivator is, he could never defeat Nascent Soul Realm prodigies."
"That's right. I clearly saw the Crown Prince of the Wind Kingdom enter that battlefield just now. There was even a prodigy of the merman race among them. Judging from their auras alone, there were at least two or three other equally powerful prodigies. How did that Golden Core Realm youth manage it?"
"Could the other prodigies have perished together, leaving this Golden Core Realm youth to reap the fisherman's profit by sheer luck?" someone guessed.
"Impossible. Once a hundred-man battle begins, anyone with half a brain will pick on the weak first. If he had somehow evaded everyone's killing blows by luck, wouldn't that mean the other ninety-nine prodigies were all idiots? Would they really leave a mere Golden Core Realm cultivator until the end?" Some powerful cultivators who had once participated in the battlefield immediately shook their heads.
The leading experts of the other great factions exchanged glances,