Zhao Fu stood atop the Ten Thousand Dragons Platform, gazing calmly at its towering, majestic form. He slowly exhaled, then took his first step forward.
The instant Zhao Fu's foot landed on the first stone step, an immense, ferocious aura surged toward him head-on. It felt like the raging waters of a river crashing down upon him, impossible to resist.
Zhao Fu's eyes narrowed. His own aura erupted at once, like a great mountain forcibly splitting that river in two. He stood rooted where he was, utterly motionless, like a statue.
Then Zhao Fu's other foot stepped onto the first stone stair.
The surrounding people immediately became interested. The first stone step was not so easy to climb. Its terrifying aura alone had stumped countless people; ordinary people would be blasted away by it and sent tumbling to the ground.
Moreover, the power of the City Lord Seal could not be used here. One could only rely on one's own strength to climb the Ten Thousand Dragons Platform.
For now, everyone was merely intrigued, because Zhao Fu had only climbed one step. Yet the Ten Thousand Dragons Platform had as many as two hundred and forty steps, divided into eight trials, with every thirty steps constituting one trial. It could be called utterly monstrous.
What happened next also caught everyone by surprise. Zhao Fu had been relatively slow when stepping onto the first stair, but his speed soon began to increase.
Second step!
Third step!
Fourth step!
Fifth step!
Zhao Fu moved with incredible speed. In one burst of momentum, he climbed twenty-nine consecutive steps and arrived before the thirtieth step—the first trial.
At this point, everyone grew curious. They did not know whether Zhao Fu could pass it. With their strength, it would certainly be impossible. Bing Qixue