C308 Promotion

High up in the sky.

Gold Robe Deacon's sword-like eyebrows raised, as a hint of surprise flashed past his eyes: "Hey, there's actually so many people!" With his cultivation, even if he only used sixty percent of his strength, it would be enough to crush an ordinary seven layered heaven Martial Marquis to the ground. Originally, he thought that five hundred people would be his limit, because in the previous one hundred and twenty heaven's pride level Cyan Cloud Ranking, the last twenty people would just be considered as his fighting strength. In the previous one, a seven layered heaven Martial Marquis would already be able to squeeze into the top hundred, and with just a bit of luck, killing their way into the top 60 rankings.

What a pity!" What a pity! " A High Martial Marquis who was not even sixty years old could be considered a genius even if he was placed in their Sacred Ji Courtyard. Moreover, these people came from a remote place like the South Ridge Region and did not receive any systematic nurturing. If they could join their Sacred Ji Courtyard, under the system's nurturing, their strength would definitely have a qualitative breakthrough within a short period of time. Even if they could not leap into the Martial Ancestor Realm, a half-step Martial Ancestor would definitely not be able to escape.

Unfortunately, the Proclamation of Azure Sky only has a hundred and twenty contestants, and only a hundred and twenty of them are qualified to join their Sacred Ji Courtyard. This is a rule; even an ordinary silver-robed elder wouldn't be able to change this much, much less a mere deacon like him!

"Rumble!"

In the span of a breath, his momentum rose a little bit. However, this insignificant bit of momentum was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, crushing the hundreds of heaven's pride experts who were struggling to survive!

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!" …

At that moment, even Chu Feilong, Bei Gong Ming Hao, and the other prodigies of the third stage, felt their breathing becoming disorderly, perspiration pouring down their bodies like rain. Luckily, they were able to persevere, but Chi Jiuxiao was in a bad situation, his face was flushed red, he hunched over, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably, like a roasted prawn.

"I …" "I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it anymore …"

"Persistence! Senior-apprentice Brother Chi, you cannot give up! Three breaths of time!" As long as three breaths of time is enough! " In just half a breath of time, another twenty people had fallen to the ground. Currently, there were less than five hundred and fifty people left standing on the stage. If they gave up now, they would be eliminated.

"No …" I can't, I can't give up just like that … I... "I can't compare to Junior Brother Yang Fan, I can't compare to Senior Brother Haoran, could it be that I can't compare to Senior Brother Chu? I can't accept this, I can't accept this …" As the third in Heavenly Ranking, surpassing Chu Long Fei had always been his dream. Chu Long Fei hadn't even fallen to the ground yet, so how could he give up, how could he give up.

"One Breath …" More than twenty people fell to the ground, "We can't give up, I have to persevere, persevere..."

"Two breaths …" On the stage, there are more than five hundred people who can still continue standing, "No … No, I … I can't take it anymore, I really … "I really can't do it anymore …"

Chi Jiuxiao's vision started to blur. It wasn't easy to break the limit.

"Just a bit more, just a bit more. Senior-apprentice Brother Chi, hang on!" But Chi Jiuxiao could no longer hear his words, "Bang!"

Chi Jiuxiao's legs went soft, and his entire body fell to the ground.

"Sigh!" Senior Apprentice Brother Chi, what a pity! "

Looking at the fainted Chi Jiuxiao, Yang Fan sighed. If he was like Zhu Feng, being eliminated from the start, that would be nothing much, but if he was just half a second away, then he would successfully level up. That would be too regretful, to be able to endure for so long, just by a little bit, just that bit!

In a corner of the eastern stands.

"Sigh!" Compared to Long Fei and Haoran, the Ninth Heaven is still a little lacking! " Being able to have three people ascend to the top four hundred and eighty was already pretty good, but In terms of other Sect, with the highest number being five people going up, like the Heavenly Sword Sect and Li Huo Zong, it was even more miserable with only one person coming out, not to mention that they had, the monster that defied the heavens. As long as Yang Fan was around, even if everyone else was eliminated, it would not affect the overall situation.

"Three breaths …"

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"...

"Good!" Congratulations on successfully advancing! "

"Rumble!"

That tyrannical aura disappeared without a trace as if it never existed.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"...

Under the terrifying pressure that was strong enough to crush a seventh heaven Martial Marquis, the heaven's pride level four hundred heaven's pride level experts had already exhausted all of their Spiritual Strength and stamina, completely relying on their tenacious willpower to endure. However, all of their faces revealed an indescribable joy, as they were finally able to endure through this trial, unlike the other geniuses, they were not eliminated, and had passed the first round of the preliminaries with great difficulty. If they could not even pass the first round, it would be their lifetime of regret!

"The arena battle will officially begin in two hours. Everyone hurry up and rest!" Fang Hao was still somewhat amicable, he did not immediately proceed with the next round of Arena Match, but rather gave everyone two hours to recover.

In the next moment …

One after another, the Heaven's Pride Evildoer sat cross-legged, swallowed various Ling Dan s that were recovering their Spiritual Strength and began to use all their strength to recover. Although one hour was not a short amount, if they did not hurry up, they might not be able to fully recover.

Of course, not everyone was making the best use of their time to recover their strength. For third stage geniuses like Jun Haoran and Li Shimin, they had only used an entire stage or two of Spiritual Strength and they would not even need an hour to recover from it. As for Crown Prince Ying Zheng and the other The Eight Great Evildoers, they treated him as nothing!

As he casually sat down next to Jun Haoran and Chu Longfei, Yang Fan slightly narrowed his eyes and began to look around him. Of their two hundred and forty heaven's pride level experts, only twenty-six remained in Central Ring, leaving behind only twenty-six people, with one truly remaining, and among them, there were a large number of Celestial Sect s, five who advanced, and four who passed after the other. Each of their Seven Stars Sect s took another three, and of the other six great Sect s, besides the Iron Sword and Li Huo Sects, only one person advanced into the next level.

The Body could be compared to the ancient Savage Beast, and their ability to resist blows and suppress attacks far surpassed Warrior of the same level!

After sizing up all the heaven's pride experts, Yang Fan's gaze turned and looked at the other twelve great factions. The three great dynasties were the three great dynasties, and even the weakest among them, were ninety-two of them successfully promoted themselves, and the strongest among them was still the one hundred and sixty-six, which took up almost the entire fourth level's quota. Adding the Grand Sui Dynasty of one hundred and twenty-one heaven's pride experts, this was a total of three hundred and fifty-nine spots.

It was already very impressive for twenty-six people to qualify for Great Tang Dynasty. Other than the twenty-eight people from the Great Song Empire, who had surpassed them by a head, the other eight empires were all behind them. In particular, the Great Qing Empire only had three people qualified.

"Alright!" Now that two hours have passed, Arena Match will begin immediately and identity tokens will be distributed! " Fang Hao who had his eyes closed suddenly opened them. With a wave of his hand, one palm-sized Black Iron badge after another rained down from the sky.

In the next moment …

A small part of the tokens seemed to have a mind of its own as they shot towards the crowd of heaven's pride experts like meteors in the sky. No more, no less, just four hundred and eighty tokens!

Yang Fan casually waved his hand, grabbing the order badge that was shot towards him, on it a line of words neatly written.

"Yang Fan — Great Tang Dynasty!"