"Half-step great emperor, huh."
Shock surged into Feng Hao's eyes as he stared at the white-haired old man on the platform. His emotions were unsettled.
Although he could not see through the white-haired old man's cultivation, the old man's aura was probably higher than Jiang Feng's.
Feng Hao even felt that the old man could be compared to Old Fart Wei of the Soaring Sky Peak.
Such a powerful existence that could look down on all the heroes of the world was actually staying in the Hundred Clan Tower without anyone knowing. He did not take a single step out and was not even known to outsiders. He could be called a true expert.
However, when Fenghao's gaze landed on the white-haired old man, the old man's gaze pierced through the crowd and landed directly on Fenghao's body.
"Hmm …"
With just a glance, the white-haired old man on the tall platform emitted a soft exclamation of surprise from his mouth. A surprised expression was also revealed in his eyes. It was as though he had seen something that had exceeded his expectations.
His gaze swept across Feng Hao's slightly bulging chest for a while. He did not say anything, nor did he ask anything. He only glanced at Feng Hao's face before looking away.
However, although the old man's action only lasted for a few seconds, many people still noticed it. However, they could not find the person who surprised the old man from the crowd.
"When the world was first born, the Hundred Clans were born. The Hundred Clans exist to protect this world from destruction …"
The old man's voice was sonorous like the voice of a god, like the murmur of a god. It was intimidating and spread to every corner of the space.
The old man had said this countless times, but none of the Hundred Clans that were currently enjoying this peaceful era listened to him.
To them, the so-called world-destroying demon definitely did not exist. Even if it did, it should have been destroyed by the wise sages in the ancient times.
Therefore, they weren't vigilant against such unknown things, nor would they care about it.
Even Feng Hao knew that the possibility of this happening was extremely low.
After all, it was no longer the ancient times. Right now, every race was flourishing. Basically, some races had a population of hundreds of millions. Take the Human Race for example. If all of them were added up, it would definitely not be less than two billion. It could be said to be the most populous race in the world.
Therefore, even if a scene similar to the ancient times appeared, they would be able to obtain victory with numbers.
When the old man saw this, an undetectable disappointment quietly flashed across his eyes.
Those who enjoyed peace and prosperity would never understand how hopeless that dark era was. They also wouldn't understand how difficult it was to obtain today's peace.
The old man looked at the vast expanse of white in the distance. There was a hint of worry in his eyes, but he quickly hid it.
"For the sake of the Hundred Race's prosperity, competition is unavoidable. Now, I announce the start of the competition. The top ten races will be able to enter the Hundred Race Tower's council of elders and enjoy all the resources of the Hundred Race Tower …"
With the white-haired old man's words, the Hundred Races Grand Tournament had begun.
The rules of the competition were very simple. Elder Fen had already explained it to Feng Hao …
Every race could challenge any other race. It would not be like before, where the entire race would charge at the same time. After all, if that happened, the casualties would be too great, and it would be unbearable.
In particular, the guardian race of the Hundred Race Tower would not allow such a bloody thing to happen.
No matter how they fought, it would still be the Hundred Race's strength that would be lost.
The current rule was that the race that challenged had to convince every member of the challenged race in order to win.
That was equivalent to conquering an entire race.
It would definitely be rather difficult to win. In terms of the number of experts, it was entirely possible to win through numbers.
Of course, the number of experts had to be at the same level. For example, could a thousand seventh tribulation experts wear out a peak or early stage Sacred level expert?
It was easy to imagine that the thousand seventh tribulation experts would definitely be the ones to fall in the arena.
In this kind of situation, even in the outside world, the chances of a thousand people winning were very low. After all, there was a difference of one level. The difference between the two sides was like that of an infant and an adult. Against a thousand infants, no matter how many schemes they had, in the face of absolute strength, it would be useless.
Therefore, speaking of which, the outcome of this arena competition would not be too different from the outcome of the battle between the two races in the outside world.
"Although the Shaman Spirit Clan can obtain a city's worth of resources in the Hundred Race Tower, it's actually because of their superior physique. In the outside world, the Shaman Spirit Clan is ranked twelfth … Therefore, if we want to enter the top ten without offending other races, we can only choose the Mandrill Clan."
The people in charge of the Mortal Emperor Palace, Abyss Palace, and Asura Palace discussed and finally set their target on the Mandrill Clan.
This was something that they had no choice but to do. The Wildflame Clan was ranked at the 6th position, and it obviously showed how extraordinary their forces were. However, if they were to offend another clan that was ranked in the top 10, then this was undoubtedly extremely unwise.
When the results of the discussion were announced, no one in the human alliance was too surprised. In their eyes, this was a very normal matter. Moreover, the Mang Flame Tribe's concession towards the human race in the Hundred Clan Tower also caused them to lose their previous fear towards the top six races.
"There are quite a number of peak Sacred level experts in the Mandrill Clan …"
Raising his head and looking at the Mandrill Clan's camp in the distance, Feng Hao frowned slightly and muttered with a heavy heart.
On the other hand, the number of peak Sacred level experts in the Human Race Alliance was less than half of the Mandrill Clan's. With such a difference, it was basically impossible for them to win, unless there was an absolute powerhouse.
However, under the suppression of the Mang Flame Clan, Fenghao had sensed a few extremely powerful auras. Although they had concealed themselves very well, with Zi Tong present, he was still able to sense some clues.
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