In midair, three enormous spatial vortexes appeared, leading to the secret grounds.
"The Trial Battlefield is open. All participants, enter at once."
As Daoist Wang spoke, he swept his sleeve, sending countless streaks of light flying out.
Everyone felt a weight settle in their hands. Golden Battle Seals, glowing with dense spiritual light, had appeared in their palms. Faintly, the sounds of countless troops charging into battle seemed to surge from them.
According to the rules, every participant would receive one Battle Seal.
Once the trial began, they would fight over them. Anyone who lost their Battle Seal would be eliminated.
When the final round ended, whoever had gathered the most Battle Seals would earn the right to undergo the baptism.
Aside from the three ultimate victors, anyone holding a Battle Seal could exchange it for corresponding rewards and treasures in the War Hall treasury. It was a consolation prize, of sorts.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
At the War Hall deputy master's command, the Earth Sovereigns, who knew the rules by heart, shot into the sky and raced toward their respective battlefield spaces.
Then, countless spiritual-energy mirrors took shape and hung high in the air, illuminating every inch of the mountains and rivers in the three battlefield spaces and projecting them before the watching crowd.
The setting sun was like blood. The sky was dim and yellow, shrouded in gloom.
Everything in this ancient world felt oppressive, steeped in silence and desolation.
"That's the second one. Heh."
A burly, rugged-looking middle-aged powerhouse grinned broadly. He stood bare-armed, his body packed with bulging, explosive muscles.
At his feet lay a headless corpse, faceup.
This man was called Xiong Ba. He was domineering in his ways and ruthless in his methods, earning him the nickname Bear King.
When he was young, he