The Hundred Tribulations True Lord Who Wet Himself

True Lord Hundred Tribulations took out the Mythic Mark, waved it before everyone, and said with a smile:

"You're here for the first time, so you may not yet understand what this thing does. It is mainly used to record personal information. After killing evil spirits, you receive corresponding merit points, and the rankings are based on those merit points.

The last time I came to train on the battlefield, I earned more than five hundred thousand merit points. Do not underestimate these merit points.

I only accumulated them after killing a two-revolution evil spirit at the half-step Great Dao realm, along with several one-revolution evil spirits, while the remaining lesser evil spirits were too numerous to count.

As for the dangers involved, you can experience them for yourselves."

Once he finished speaking, True Lord Hundred Tribulations swept his imposing gaze over the crowd. Only after seeing the pairs of admiring eyes did he withdraw it in satisfaction.

The only flaw was that the Lord of Myriad Demons showed little reaction. Shrouded in darkness from head to toe, he remained silent, radiating an aura that kept strangers at bay.

But it did not matter. Lord Hundred Tribulations could not be bothered to argue with him.

What could one expect from a demon who only knew destruction and ruin, devoid of all emotion?

"Lord Hundred Tribulations is truly mighty. I heard that these evil spirits are exceedingly troublesome. Against cultivators of the same realm, ordinary cultivators usually lose more often than they win.

Yet you were able to slay a two-revolution evil spirit and retreat unscathed. It is truly worthy of utmost admiration."

A towering being at the ninth heaven of Primordial Taiji, built like a little giant, spoke up. There was no trace of blatant flattery in his words; he