Yang Tao's decision, the ancient battlefield, and the previous tournament's top three teams

"Yun Che, I'll repay the pain you once inflicted on me a hundredfold, a thousandfold!"

Zhu Qi extended his scarlet tongue and licked his cracked lips. His fingertips brushed over the cold corpses beside him as he felt the power swelling constantly within his body.

It was an evil power condensed from the resentment and blood essence of countless living beings. With every powerful life he devoured, his aura grew a little more solid.

In the distance, Li Xuanfeng stood with his hands behind his back atop a collapsed palace. As he watched Zhu Qi below, looking like a demonic god descended upon the world, a trace of complexity flickered in his eyes.

He knew Zhu Qi's power was growing at a terrifying rate, but power obtained through slaughter and plunder was ultimately like rootless duckweed. Once he encountered a true expert, it might very well collapse in an instant.

For now, however, they shared a common enemy and still needed to work together. Other matters could wait until they had dealt with Yun Che, that grave threat.

Li Xuanfeng gently stroked the black jade pendant hanging at his waist. Faint dragon roars drifted from within it. It was a supreme treasure he had obtained from an ancient ruin, and the source of his confidence in standing against Zhu Qi as an equal.

"Hmph, mere Hidden Martial Practitioners, yet they actually think they're the protagonists!"

"In the end, we're still the ones who call the shots in this world."

By now, everyone on the Divine Martial Continent knew of the existence of Hidden Martial Practitioners and knew they came from another world.

After all, no secret stayed hidden forever. There were always players who could not keep their mouths shut and would reveal such things.

Once the natives learned that