"What was this guy's background?"
The man in the golden robe frowned, still struggling to contain his shock.
Not only had Lu Ren cultivated a rare Sword Body, he had also raised his sword force to the Eleventh Heaven.
And that was not even the most important part. Lu Ren had clearly used a spatial technique just now to block his opponent's attack.
What was more, Lu Ren wielded swords with both hands, attacking from the left and right almost at once.
His swordplay looked like wild hacking, but there was method to it. It was a powerful God-tier Sword Art.
Lu Ren's foundations were formidable.
"What a shame. What a terrible shame!"
The man in the golden robe shook his head. Usually, only warriors with ordinary bloodlines came to the Divine Court Arena. Monsters like Han Taiji were exceptions.
If Lu Ren's bloodline were strong enough too, there would be little doubt he could become a Divine Court General.
"Do you still want to fight?"
Lu Ren put away his two swords and spoke calmly.
The nine lay on the ground, teeth clenched, their faces full of frustration and resentment. Yet they had to concede.
"That's enough. You nine have lost. Leave the arena!"
The man in the golden robe spoke.
The nine stood and left the platform.
The man in the golden robe looked at Lu Ren and announced, "You've now earned the right to challenge Mountain. The match can begin in an hour. Use that time to choose an alias. Of course, you can also withdraw!"
Lu Ren sat cross-legged on the platform to restore his divine power. "What do you think my chances are against Mountain?"
"With your current strength, I'd give you four chances in ten. Mountain gets six!"
The man in the golden robe