He, the Asura God, claimed he could cut through all things, but the Green-Robed Sword Saint truly could. Compared to him, he was a firefly competing with the bright moon, leaving him too ashamed to show his face.
On the Sky Screen, just as everyone on the Douluo Continent was still reeling from the shock of Elder Gu of the Sword Domain destroying the Scarlet Flood Dragon Sect with a single slash.
The image on the Sky Screen flickered again.
Just like last time, all the explorers' ongoing feeds shrank into the corners, and a line of large golden text appeared in the very center of the Sky Screen.
[Explorer survival conditions met again.] [Opening teleportation slots for the third batch of explorers.] [Slots in this batch: three.] [Selection range: the entire Douluo Continent, including Soul Beasts, humans, and the Divine Realm.] [Countdown begins.] [Time until selection is complete: two hours.]
The large golden words hovered in the center of the Sky Screen, in exactly the same format as before.
But this time, the people of the Douluo Continent reacted much more calmly to the words than they had for the first two batches.
It was not that they were no longer nervous. They had simply learned to manage their expectations after taking too many beatings.
Looking back, all their earlier hopes that "a Hundred Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast could definitely sweep everything aside" or "a God King could definitely gain a foothold" had become jokes.
The Hundred Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had been frightened by a single eye into hiding in a cave like a snail.
The God King had been dismissed as a "small fry" by the commander of a patrol battalion.
Instead, the three ants had managed most steadily by eating dirt and digging holes.
So