The platform was in an uproar. Many faces were flushed with resentment and defiance.
"I refuse to accept this!"
"Why is it that when three worlds jointly hold the Azure Flame Grand Tournament, the top three receive the chance to cultivate in the Heavenly Ruins, but when a single world or two worlds hold it, only first place gets that reward?"
A tall young man with rock-colored skin and a build like an iron tower glared with bloodshot eyes. He craned his neck and snorted. "If I'd competed in a tournament held by three worlds, I could have made the top three too."
"Three worlds? Hmph! Even with five worlds, I could make the top three."
"What's so special about the top three? I could take first place!"
"Why do they get to go to the Heavenly Ruins while we don't?"
Once one person spoke up, the others immediately joined in.
Nearly all of them had placed in the top three in tournaments held by a single world or two worlds.
There were plenty of them—over ten thousand.
Those who had ranked lower said nothing.
They had failed to make the top three even when only one or two worlds held the tournament.
If three worlds, or even five, had held it together, making the top three would have been even less likely. They might not have kept the rankings they had now.
In moments, the entire platform was seething with noise.
"Hmph!"
Just then, a cold snort rang out, rolling over them like the distant toll of a bell. Everyone felt as though some terrifying force had struck their hearts. Their chests tightened, and their faces went deathly pale.
The clamoring crowd fell silent at once.
The Storm Sovereign. Qin Hao's heart stirred as he looked toward him.