Jiang Wang had meant it when he said he would take Lin Zhengren seriously.
Before the battle between Zhuang Kingdom's prodigy Lin Zhengren and Sheng Kingdom's prodigy Jiang Limeng, he was already in the stands.
Of course, he had not come just for this battle.
Every day at the River Viewing Terrace, he came to watch the matches.
The most thrilling battles had never left his sight, and he had carefully observed the most dazzling moments.
It could be said that nowhere else under heaven offered such a dense succession of brilliant clashes between prodigies.
After three rounds of qualifiers, only fourteen of the 112 Inner Palace prodigies from the various kingdoms remained.
Among the kingdoms that had left in dejection, twenty-seven had forever lost the top Inner Palace prodigy in their country.
The prodigies of six other kingdoms had been crippled beyond recovery, their Dao Paths severed for good.
No other grand gathering could make so many prodigies stake everything and fight with their lives on the line.
It was precisely because the competition was so fierce and the battles so brutal that the prodigy who claimed the crown at the Yellow River Assembly was recognized by all under heaven as the best.
After the three rounds of qualifiers, the fourteen remaining prodigies would fight the fourth round today. The winners would claim seven of the main-event spots outright. The seven losers would then compete for the remaining three spots.
This day was so important that Jiang Wang noticed several unfamiliar faces in the stands.
For instance, seated across from him was a fit woman with deep-set features and bronze skin, clad in a yellow battle robe.
She sat there with legs spread wide and an air of utter disdain in her every glance. She had more presence than