Congratulations on passing the Thousand Mountains Sect assessment! The Sect Master had no intention of introducing the middle-aged man's identity.
Before everyone's eyes, he bowed to Zhang Chuan, signaling that the man could make his move.
The next moment, under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Zhang Chuan waved his hand.
In an instant, a pillar of light that blotted out the sky descended from above, gradually shrinking.
An immense pressure bore down on them, making no one dare breathe too loudly.
Even the so-called Sect Master, Deputy Sect Masters, and elders felt their feet grow heavy.
As expected of an envoy from a superior sect—he truly was extraordinary.
Even his treasure was this terrifying.
There was no unnecessary talk.
Everything was handled with thunderous speed.
"The test begins."
Zhang Chuan's voice slowly rang out, reaching the ears of everyone present.
A test?
What test?
Wasn't this supposed to be the Heavenly Prodigy Tournament?
Many of the true disciples looked at the black pillar in the distance with confusion.
Even the inner disciples, though they did not dare speak recklessly now, were deeply puzzled.
What was going on?
Who was this middle-aged expert?
Why had the format of this Heavenly Prodigy Tournament changed?
"I'll go!"
Just as Zhang Chuan was about to frown, a young man stepped out from among the true disciples.
The many higher-ups also breathed a sigh of relief.
In truth, they had no idea how heavenly prodigies were being selected this time.
Otherwise, they would have explained it properly to the disciples beforehand.
Luckily, luckily. Otherwise, this would have been difficult to handle.
"Place your hand on the black pillar."
Zhang Chuan's voice rang out again, devoid of much emotion.
The young man nodded and walked straight over.
"Isn't that Senior Brother Liu?"
"Yeah. Senior Brother