"Bam!"
"The winner of this match is Lei Guang!"
"Bam!"
"The winner of this match is Lei Ya!"
"Bam!"
"This match..."
The ranking tournaments for the Myriad Formation Spirit Palace's three internal leaderboards had begun.
The Myriad Formation Spirit Palace now had roughly a hundred core disciples and around a thousand inner disciples.
As for ordinary disciples, they numbered several thousand.
Thus, this ranking tournament would probably last over a month.
After all, it was often impossible to schedule several consecutive matches for a single disciple in one day.
That would put the disciple at far too great a disadvantage!
Naturally, then, the tournament could not end in a short time.
To be honest, the Myriad Formation Spirit Palace's senior leadership paid little attention to the ordinary disciples' matches.
In their eyes, matches between Dou Ling and those below that level were really no different from children playing house.
Even if some disciples had considerable talent, they had yet to distinguish themselves, so naturally, they would not receive much attention from the palace's senior leadership.
With several thousand people competing for ten spots, most ordinary disciples clearly had no chance.
Still, for many of them, participation was what mattered.
Then came the inner disciples' matches, which naturally attracted more attention.
After all, the Dou Wang realm was a major threshold.
A Da Dou Shi might still defeat a Dou Ling despite the difference in rank, but a Dou Ling could only take a beating before a Dou Wang!
The gap between them was already like that between two different dimensions.
Moreover, on continents outside the Central Plains, a Dou Wang could actually be considered a minor expert.
If a Dou Wang wanted to join a faction, most factions would gladly accept them.
After all, one must not forget that even