As Zhuang Chen's words fell, countless martial artists around them surged madly toward the arena.
The arena was fifty zhang long and wide, hardly small.
But under the rush of nearly fifty thousand people, even an arena that large seemed rather small.
Some of the martial artists who had been closest to the arena soon reached the space above it.
But before their feet could land on the arena, they screamed and were blasted back.
As they flew back, they knocked down a whole crowd behind them.
"What?" Huang Xiao's eyes widened.
He could blast these people away with his imposing presence alone. As expected of an elder of the Golden Demon Sect, his internal power was unfathomable.
The three of them were in no hurry to rush over.
With an incense stick's worth of time, there was no need to be so anxious.
But not everyone thought that way. Some thought acting first would let them seize the initiative.
"I'll add another rule. If you cannot even get onto the arena, then even if you are among the ten thousand people closest to this old man, you will not qualify," Zhuang Chen said. "Elder Wang, what do you think?"
"Quite right. You've thought of everything, Elder Zhuang," Wang Renyu said with a smile. "Listen carefully, all of you. We'll follow what Elder Zhuang just said. If you want to enter the next round, you must find a way to set foot on the arena."
"Isn't it just standing on the arena? What's so hard about that?"
"Exactly. Isn't he looking down on us a little too much? He may be an elder of the Golden Demon Sect, but he can't belittle us like this, can he?"
"You can't put it that way. Didn't you see those people getting blasted