Eight Hundred Years From Now, They Would Still Speak His Name!

On the northern platform.

Boom—

Boom—

Everyone felt the ground tremble beneath their feet.

Looking toward the source of the tremors, they saw sixteen burly men carrying a drum slowly out of a corner of the parade ground.

The sixteen moved as one, lifting their feet together and setting them down together.

Every step shook heaven and earth, as though an earth dragon were turning over.

"So that's the Kui Ox Drum?" a spectator in the stands exclaimed, feeling the vibration through his body.

"The Kui Ox Drum is also called the Champion Drum. Traditionally, only the martial champion of each examination has the right to strike it!"

"What kind of spectacle do you think this new martial champion will produce?"

"The wind and clouds will change color, I'd say!"

"And what about his qi and blood?"

"He won with the sword, but he defeated Master Mingxin. This youngest-ever martial champion should be able to make his qi and blood take the form of a scarlet dragon!"

"..."

Amid countless discussions, the sixteen burly men carried a drum less than ten feet wide, advancing slowly as though they bore a mountain.

The earth shook beneath every footfall.

As they drew closer, sweat could be seen rolling off them like raindrops.

The sixteen men were plainly beginning to exhaust their strength.

Just how heavy is that Kui Ox Drum? Jiang Ning wondered as he watched.

He could tell these sixteen men were not merely built like oxen and blessed with extraordinary physiques.

More importantly, none of them were weak in the Martial Dao. All sixteen were sixth-rank martial artists.

That Kui Ox Drum must weigh at least a hundred thousand jin.

The judgment flashed through his mind.

A moment later.

Rumble—

The sixteen men reached the center of the parade ground