Training Grounds.
Fu Haotian wore a savage expression, still venting his fury.
No one dared make a sound. All eyes in the arena turned toward the platform, where Nan Liqingming sat firmly in his grand chair, clarity already shining in his eyes.
He was just about to announce the result.
Suddenly!
A streak of light shot out from the distant sea of clouds, and a graceful maid appeared in the arena.
She had once been a Personal Disciple of the Heavenly Palace, the Grand Elder's attendant!
The instant she appeared, Nan Liqingming and the upper echelons of the Heavenly Palace grew solemn.
The tens of thousands of disciples were filled with reverence.
Only Fu Haotian's eyes lit up with delight!
The maid noticed no one else and walked straight toward him to bow.
"Young Master, the Grand Elder ordered this servant to deliver the Heavenly Ring."
Her gentle voice rang out as she presented an ancient ring with both hands.
Resting in those slender jade-like hands was a plain ancient ring. It looked ordinary on the surface, yet it radiated extraordinary light, with countless terrifying Dao Rhymes flowing through it.
In an instant, the entire arena focused on it!
Delight flashed in Fu Haotian's eyes. He steadily accepted the ring and quietly probed it with his divine sense.
Then he threw back his head and laughed, confidence overflowing from his face.
"Hahaha!"
"You're celebrating far too early. This young master still has ten thousand demon corpses!"
The moment those words fell, the entire arena changed color.
As he spoke, the ring shone brilliantly.
Demon corpses over a hundred zhang tall piled into a mountain. Their terrifying quantity and scale stunned the entire arena. Compared to it, the previous three small mountains of demon corpses were nothing more than pebbles at