Many people had bet all the points they had.
However!
They had lost…
All of them! Without exception!
“Oh god…” Right away, several people passed out.
However, at that moment —
“Calm down.” Song Yichen smiled a little. “The hell level isn’t that easy.”
Instantly, all eyes were on him.
“What do you mean?” they all asked.
Song Yichen smiled. “The most difficult part about the hell level isn’t killing all 30,000 soldiers, but…”
“But what?” asked the others in unison.
But what, exactly? Couldn’t the man finish his sentence? They wanted to hear the answer!
However, Song Yichen didn’t have to explain to them anymore, because the answer had just come out himself —
“God, what’s that rumble? It’s so loud!”
“It’s coming from the tent!”
“It’s coming out!”
Rumble —
The steadfast tent suddenly collapsed and quickly disintegrated.
And a man walked out of the flames.
His eyes seemed to spit fire and thirst for blood!
He was tall and stalwart, and had a war hammer in his hands. It was enormous and gave off an unbelievable amount of energy!
“That’s…”
“Oh, god! That’s General Zhongliang!”
“It’s a simulation of the battle of Donghua Valley!”
“General Zhongliang died in that battle, didn’t he?”
“I heard that General Zhongliang was born with incredible strength, and he was one of Northern Feng General’s most capable warriors!”
“I didn’t see that coming. A simulation of General Zhongliang… What else can we say? Feng Wu is definitely going to lose!”
Hearing that, many people clenched their fists in excitement.
Qiao Yi was so thrilled that tears welled up in her eyes.
She had almost collapsed as she watched Feng Wu pass the trials, and she was happy to hear that Feng Wu was finally going to lose.
“You never know.” Chaoge snorted. “General Zhongliang may be very capable, but look at all those arrows in him. Are you sure he’s going to win?”
Immediately, all eyes were on the general.
Chaoge was right —
As he walked closer, they all saw that over a dozen arrows were stuck in his chest, almost piercing through him.
Staring at Feng Wu with his cold eyes, he seemed eager for a fight.
“Little girl, you’re going to die!”
His eyes were filled with murderous intent.
His war hammer then swung down at Feng Wu like a falling mountain.
The energy from the hammer was so formidable that it scattered the clouds overhead!
Those on the other side of the screen could almost feel the wind on their faces.
How terrifying…
“Uncle Zhongliang?” Feng Xun bolted up from his chair. His pupils contracted, and he clenched his fists. “Uncle Zhongliang is a Spiritual Lord!”
Those words sounded like a thunderclap in everyone’s ears.
Rumble —
A Spiritual Lord?
Based on their capabilities, cultivators were categorized into Spiritual Masters, Spiritual Grandmasters, Spiritual Elders, Spiritual Lords, and so on and so forth…
Feng Wu had reached perfection in the Spiritual Grandmaster stage, but she wasn’t even a Spiritual Elder yet. Now, she had to fight a Spiritual Lord?!
“Even if General Zhongliang’s badly injured, he’s still a Spiritual Lord!”
