Lu Ming waited for a long time, but no one went up to fight with him.
"Since there's no one, then I'll take this spot!"
Lu Ming spoke, looking at Man Ning on the platform.
"Brother, with your combat strength, you should get a spot!"
Man Ning nodded, very satisfied with Lu Ming's combat strength.
Although he was only a first-level Divine Lord, his combat strength was astonishing. Going to the Dragon Race's mother planet together, he believed that it would be of great use.
Lu Ming nodded, his figure moved, landing on the platform.
"Alright, there are still five spots left. For the sake of fairness, let's fight one-on-one and choose the strongest, Nameless!"
Man Ning spoke. With Lu Ming's example, he did not dare to underestimate first-level and second-level Divine Lords. What if there was another person like Lu Ming?
After some discussion, the competition began.
On the battle platform, intense battles broke out. It was very tragic, and people were killed from time to time.
However, it was naturally impossible for someone like Lu Ming to appear again. Almost no one could cross levels to fight. Some third-level Divine Lords defeated other opponents in a crushing manner.
Ten days later, the competition ended, and the final five spots were all out.
Lu Ming also saw the battles in these few days and more or less had an idea in his heart.
Some proud sons of heaven were generally like Ke Dao, their origin divine power factor had undergone four awakenings, mastering origin secret techniques, and some other powerful secret techniques.
However, no one had severed the shackles using origin secret techniques, nor did he see the origin divine power factor undergo five awakenings.
It seemed that even in the Sacred Fire Saber Sect, it was very difficult for those below third-level Divine Lord to undergo five awakenings or sever the shackles of origin secret techniques.
"You all come with me, rest for a few days, then set off!"
Man Ning said.
After that, Man Ning arranged accommodation for Lu Ming and the others.
Soon, two days passed. Two days later, they set off and came to a planet not far from the wormhole, meeting up with the other two groups of people.
However, as soon as Man Ning and the others arrived on this planet, Man Ning received the news and asked her to bring them for a gathering.
Soon, Lu Ming saw the other two groups of people in a large open space.
Just like them, there was an elite disciple of the Sacred Fire Saber Sect leading twelve experts.
Lu Ming swept a glance over and discovered that the other two groups of people were all third-level Divine Lord existences.
The three sides sized each other up, their eyes flickering.
Although they were from the same sect, once they entered the Dragon Clan's mother planet and encountered fortuitous opportunities, it was very likely that they would become competitors and snatch resources from each other.
Weng!
At this moment, ripples appeared in the space, and a few figures suddenly appeared in the air. A powerful aura filled the air.
"Quasi Emperor!"
Lu Ming's heart skipped a beat.
The people who suddenly appeared were a white-haired old man and two burly men.
What made Lu Ming's expression turn grave was that these three were all quasi-Emperors.
In the Sacred Fire Saber School, the Divine Emperor Realm warriors were the top warriors. Normally, they wouldn't come out. If the Divine Emperor didn't come out, the Quasi-Emperor Realm was the strongest.
"Greetings to the three elders!"
Man Ning and the others bowed.
"No need to be so courteous!"
The white-haired old man in the middle waved his hand and said, "There is still more than a month before the departure time. I have called you here at the last minute because I have bad news to tell you!"
"Bad news?"
Everyone's heart sank and their expressions changed. They stared at the white-haired old man, waiting for his answer.
"The Sacred Sparrow Tribe originally gave us thirty-nine places, which is just enough to form three small teams. However, not long ago, the Sacred Sparrow Tribe sent news that there are not enough places. They can only send twenty-six people!"
The white-haired old man said.
"Twenty-six people!"
Everyone's heart sank and their expressions turned ugly.
There were originally thirty-nine people, but now there were only twenty-six people left. This meant that one-third of the people would be eliminated.
"Elder, why did you suddenly reduce the number of places?"
Man Ning asked.
"They are afraid of competition. By reducing our number, the Sacred Sparrow Tribe will face less competition. Humph, they have received benefits from us and yet they are playing such tricks!"
The white-haired old man snorted coldly and was very unhappy.
However, the Sacred Sparrow Tribe was a powerful tribe on the Eldritch Ten Thousand Tribe List. No matter how unhappy they were, there was nothing they could do.
"Since you have already formed a team, we will not split you up. Our opinion is that only two of the three small teams can go. The other team can only stay!"
The white-haired old man said.
Everyone's heart sank again.
Only two of the three small teams could go, and one of them would be eliminated.
The three small teams sized each other up. At this moment, they were emitting a strong sense of hostility.
None of them wanted to give up.
The Dragon Race's mother planet was the mother planet of a huge tribe. It had been sealed for dozens of stellar years. Now that it had recovered, the opportunity was unimaginable. If they seized this opportunity, they might be able to soar into the sky and compete with the top elites of the Eldritch Universe.
"Elder, I think that only the two strongest teams can go to the Dragon Race's mother planet. The stronger one is, the more opportunities they can seize and obtain!"
At this moment, a young man in a purple robe said. He was wearing a purple feather coat and looked rich.
"Ziying, which team do you think is the weakest?"
The white-haired old man asked.
"It's obvious that Man Ning's team should be eliminated!"
Ziying pointed at Man Ning's team.
"Ziying, what did you say? My team is the weakest? Which eye did you use to see that? "
Man Ning said coldly.
Like Man Ning, Ziying was also one of the three elite disciples of the Sacred Fire Saber Sect and the leader of a team.
"Which eye did you use to see that? I can see with both eyes that the strength of your team is uneven. Even a first-level Divine Lord trash is in it. It can be seen that your team's strength is really not that good! "
Ziying revealed a disdainful smile and glanced at Lu Ming.
The others were almost the same. They looked at Lu Ming and revealed a disdainful smile.
Even a first-level Divine Lord could be selected. It could be seen that Man Ning's team was very weak.
"Ziying, do you think you can judge a person's strength by cultivation alone? Although Lu Ming is only a first-level Divine Lord, his battle strength is very strong and won't lose to anyone! "
Man Ning said.
"Hahaha, very strong battle strength? Man Ning, you really know how to stick gold on your face? "
Ziying laughed loudly, the disdain on his face becoming even thicker as he said, "A first-level Divine Lord, how strong can he be? Man Ning, you wouldn't want to say that he's comparable to a third-level Divine Lord, right? If that's really the case, then it's not that he's strong, but that your people are too weak. Then you all don't need to participate anymore. Going is also courting death! "
"You're talking nonsense!"
Man Ning had a furious look on his face.
"Elder, it's very clear that there's even a first-level Divine Lord in Man Ning's team. It can be seen how weak her team is. This way, it's very simple. Excluding her, our two teams can head to the dragon race's mother planet!"
Ziying said.
The reason why he targeted Man Ning was that the other team's strength was very shocking. He did not have confidence.
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