The Kuang Zong had prepared a large box with eighteen bamboo sticks with eighteen names written on them. They were waiting for the powerhouses to draw their lots.
Obviously, the other forces were not as crazy as Ye Qinghan, betting most of their chances of winning on a few people. That was because they had too many elite kings. They could easily exhaust a powerful force to death. The Kuang Zong had too few people and could not afford to waste so much energy.
Many forces placed the boxes in front of the arena and waited for the lots to be drawn.
The Kuang Zong was last in line, waiting for the others to use up all their slots.
Most of the forces obviously did not arrange for their strongest to draw more than ten lots. Instead, they divided the lots equally. Very soon, the results were out. Among the lots drawn by the Kuang Sect, Ye Qinghan and Ye Huang were not drawn even once. Jiang Jingtian, Gu Qingyu, and Li Feng were drawn three times. Nangong Yunlan was drawn twice, and Di Longtian was drawn twice. The remaining eight lots were divided equally. Xuanyuan Liu and Nangong Aoxue were not drawn.
This kind of lot could be considered the best lot, the two weakest and the strongest were not drawn.
Then, the Kuang Zong began to draw lots. Ye Qinghan took two lots from each box and threw them to the statistician behind him. Then, he continued to draw the second box. There were still two lots.
All the Holy Lands looked at Ye Qinghan as if he was crazy. How could the Challenge Tournament between kings be so frequent? It was tiring!
Soon, Ye Qinghan drew all seventeen boxes. Finally, he drew one from the boxes of Demon God Mountain and Wu Tribe, making a total of thirty-six lots.
Jiang Jingtian did the same. He only drew one lot from each box. He drew seventeen boxes in a row. Finally, he drew an extra lot from the Wu Tribe.
Li Feng, Gu Qingyu, Di Longtian, Renhuang Ye, and Nangong Yunlan were still the same. Their method of drawing lots made the Sorcerer Tribe and the Demon God Mountain feel a little incredulous. But after thinking about it, they felt relieved. Although there were many top-notch cultivators in the Savage Sect, the elite King Level cultivators obviously could not be compared to the Holy Lands.
The statistics were quickly tabulated. Ye Qinghan's mouth twitched as he looked at the character he had drawn.
"Damn it, why is my luck so bad?"
Looking at the 36 names and matches, Ye Qinghan felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He stood there in a daze.
The Divine Bird curiously craned its neck to take a look and almost fell off his shoulder. It then cried out, "This Divine Bird is impressed. If I had known earlier, I would have helped you draw the lots!"
Jiang Jingtian and the others also stretched their heads over to take a look, and they almost spurted out blood. They saw Ye Qinghan's name list: First round, Dao Tian Yunfei. Second round, Huo Tianhe. Third round, Azure Dragon Saint Child. Fourth round, Black Tortoise Saint Child. Fifth round, Mo Li. Seventh round, Wu Zulong. Eighth round …
They were all top-notch characters. If he gave up, it would be equivalent to giving up more than ten points. This was forcing him to fight.
"Aren't you too unlucky? They're all peak Kings. If they fight to the end, won't you be exhausted to death? "Gu Qingyu said with a frown.
Ye Qinghan's forehead was covered in sweat. He felt that his luck was heaven-defying. It was as if he had stretched out his hand to pick the names. All the peak existences of the various Great Saint Lands were on his name list.
Soon, Ye Qinghan's battle list was spread. Many Sacred Lords looked at him with strange expressions. Some of them were gloating, while others were pitying him.
Pfff —
Mo Li was tasting tea when he saw everyone's name list and matches. When he saw Ye Qinghan's match, he immediately spat out his tea.
The Second Sorcerer God looked at the name list coldly and then looked at Ye Qinghan who was standing there in a daze. His face was expressionless, and no one knew if he was happy or sad.
The Saint Lord of the Great Saint Lands, Nangong Batian, felt a little dizzy. How unlucky must he be to draw such a bad name list? All of them were peak existences. If they fought one match a day, it would be enough to tire a Saint Child to death. Moreover, it was impossible to only fight one match a day in the arena.
"What should we do? You alone have thirty-six points … "Jiang Jingtian smiled bitterly. With so many experts, both sides would be injured if they fought one on one, not to mention so many of them.
Ye Qinghan's face twitched. He looked at Jiang Jingtian and the others' match list and realized that they would at most fight one or two peak existences. The rest were ordinary Elite Kings. As long as they had enough time to rest and had good healing resources, it wouldn't be a problem for them to fight their way to the end.
"What can we do? We'll fight them all the same! "Ye Qinghan clenched his hand and crushed the parchment in his hand. A cold light flickered.
Many Saints and Divine Princes looked at Ye Qinghan with mocking eyes. They wanted to see how someone who wasn't the inheritor of the Great Saint Lands would challenge the Saints and Goddesses of the twenty-one Great Saint Lands!
Ye Qinghan shook his head. His luck was really heaven-defying. Out of the twenty-one Saints, he alone took on nineteen of them. Other than Sky Overlord and Martial King Ji Tianshen, who had been killed, the rest were in the arena. The two weakest ones were not in the arena.
"There's only one arena with a radius of thirty thousand meters. There's a barrier around it. In addition, the secret skill is a killing technique, so the arena is a life or death battle. Unless you surrender, there's no need to stop. However, if one side surrenders, the other side is not allowed to attack or kill. Otherwise, they'll be besieged." The Second Sorcerer God announced the rules in a dignified manner. There were only two rules.
Everyone nodded in agreement. With these rules, they could at least reduce unnecessary deaths. No one knew if they could survive, but they could save their lives by surrendering.
Ye Qinghan looked back at the Insane Sect and whispered, "Remember, reputation is not important. Resources are important, and life is more important. The Insane Sect doesn't need heroes. Only those who survive are true heroes. No one is allowed to be stubborn."
Jiang Jingtian and the others nodded. However, the strongest among them were not afraid. Even the strongest God's Child couldn't kill them instantly. They could only improve after a life-and-death battle.
The first person from the Insane Sect to fight was Di Longtian, who was also the one who started the competition. He was the one being challenged. The challenger was an elite King from the Sacred Land of Time and Space, Dark Parasol Sage. At this moment, he was looking down at everyone with disdain. Clearly, he wanted to start the first battle and make his name known to the world.
Di Longtian was not famous before. He had always stayed in the sect. Dark Parasol Sage didn't know much about Di Longtian. He only thought that it was a good choice to use him to weaken the Insane Sect's morale. Therefore, he rushed to the center of the arena without hesitation. The barrier emitted a rainbow light that soared into the sky. The energy ripples were like water ripples. It could block any attack from the inside, but it wouldn't stop external attacks from entering. This made it easier for the Sacred Leaders to enter and rescue people.
Di Longtian held the Heaven Path Killing God Sword in his hand. His golden armor danced as he walked toward the barrier. The Azure Dragon's aura was restrained, but the Azure Dragon Mark couldn't be concealed. An energy golden dragon was swimming around the golden body.
The Sacred Leader of the Qinglong Sacred Land's eyes widened. He stared at Di Longtian in disbelief, then turned around to look at the Azure Dragon Saint. His eyes were filled with doubt.
Many of the Sacred Leaders were also shocked. Something must have gone wrong with the Azure Dragon's inheritance. Otherwise, there wouldn't be two direct successors!
Whoosh!
Di Longtian didn't care about the gazes of others. He stepped into the barrier. His battle robe fluttered as his left hand moved the hilt of the Heaven Path Sword.
Dark Parasol Sage looked at Di Longtian with disdain. His eyes flickered as his will controlled the Dao of Time and Space. He wanted to confine Di Longtian's body and destroy his golden body.
Screech — — —
Di Longtian's speed of drawing his sword was ten times or even a hundred times faster than his. He flicked the Heaven Path Sword with his left hand. A sword ray appeared in the sky and tore apart the shackles of time and space, destroying Dark Parasol Sage's will.
Boom!
The sword was drawn and sheathed. In the blink of an eye, Dark Parasol Sage's body in the air came to a halt. Then, he fell from the sky, and blood splattered on the arena.
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