"Ignore them. Remember what your father told you: once you enter the Myriad Demon Battlefield, just keep your head tucked in."
Xuanyou snorted coldly.
He had been single for so long that he had been easily deceived in matters of love, trading every opportunity he had gained in the Great World of Ten Thousand Immortals for this one son.
The competition in the Myriad Demon Battlefield soon began.
Unlike the Human Race's contest for places, it did not rank contestants from first to hundredth.
Instead, a fair and impartial panel of judges would make the selections.
Anyone who demonstrated sufficient potential had a chance to secure a place and enter the Ancestor Blood Pool for further cultivation.
Thus, this was an all-out melee.
The Myriad Demon Battlefield's rules had once been rather chaotic.
But after it became joined to the Nine Provinces, many unusual formations had been introduced, balancing the cultivation of every participating Demon Race Heavenly Prodigy at the same level.
Just as expected, Xuanyang's two maternal half brothers began targeting him the moment the competition started.
Though their attacks were weak, they possessed extraordinarily strong defenses, so they had already chosen allies in private to handle the attacking.
Under such rules, the contest tested not only strength, but connections as well.
Xuanyang had allies too, but once they saw how many enemies he had, they all chose to abandon him.
Only Lin Zhaozhao, wielding the Immortal Sword gifted to her by Black Serpent, stood firmly in front of Xuanyang.
"Xuanyang, all you can do is rely on women. No wonder you want a mother so badly. Turns out you just like hiding behind women."
"Since you're so determined to protect this piece of trash, you can be eliminated right now too!"
There were more than a dozen Demon