"How could this be? We're in the Saint King Trial right now, and the arena hasn't started yet. There's no way anyone would die, right?"
"Isn't it that if you get eliminated, you'll be teleported out?" How could anyone have died? Someone
cried out in disbelief, and fear was also in their eyes.
"I don't want to participate in this Saint King Assembly." Someone, terrified, began running down the steps.
"Boom!"
The moment he turned around, it was as if he had crashed into a wall. With a loud explosion, the man and his weapon shattered instantly, turning into a cloud of blood mist.
At that moment, the faces of countless powerful figures on the arena and within Saint King Prefecture changed. Why was this year's Saint King Conference so different from previous ones?
It wasn't just the human side that had problems; other passages were experiencing the same problems, with the weak beginning to die.
After those people died, their blood mist was absorbed by mysterious powers. On the purple light shield, the blood-red patterns began to deepen, as if all the blood had been absorbed by them.
"How could this happen? When did the rules of the Holy King Assembly become so cruel? Is the only way out for the weak when eliminated is death? Someone shouted in shock and anger.
But no one answered him, because everyone stared at the Saint King Arena in shock. Bai Shishi's mother and Bai Xiaole's mother both had changed expressions.
"The dean said this year's Saint King Assembly is very strange. Has he already figured something out?" Bai Shishi's mother couldn't help but say.
The dean arrived, but quickly disappeared, only reminding everyone to be cautious about this Holy King Assembly, without saying anything else.
Now, seeing this scene, Bai Shishi's mother was filled with worry. The arena was already covered, and they simply couldn't support Long Chen and the others.
Other factions are the same—eliminated means being killed by the laws. So, in such a vast arena, how many people will survive? And how many people will die here?
For a moment, countless factions became restless, and some even began trying to approach the arena's barrier.
"Boom!"
A powerful innate Celestial Venerable unleashed a beam of divine light, which landed on the blue light screen and shattered instantly.
It was like an egg crashing into a city wall—the blue light barrier didn't budge at all. The full-force strike from the Innate Heavenly Venerable seemed so insignificant before it.
At that moment, countless hearts sank. Although some believed they were stronger than that Innate Heavenly Venerable, their strength was limited.
His full-force strike was like scratching an itch; no matter how strong others were, they couldn't shake the formation. In other words, all they could do was watch.
The elder generation of strong warriors outside the arena were anxious and burning, while the disciples on the stage were even more terrified, their faces full of fear.
"This isn't an arena—it's clearly a trap. They're trying to kill us!" Someone cursed loudly.
"Trap?"
When Long Chen heard those two words, his heart skipped a beat. He looked at the grand formation covering the entire arena, his eyes narrowing involuntarily.
"Boss, what should we do?" Guo Ran asked.
"Don't move too fast, and don't scatter. The strong and the weak should split together. The pressure here isn't concentrated, so everyone can fight it together." Long Chen said.
As soon as Long Chen said this, the Dragon Blood Warriors, disciples of the War God Hall, and the powerful members of the Galaxy Sect immediately sprang into action.
When the strong come to the weaker side, just as Long Chen said, the pressure on the weak is instantly reduced.
At this moment, countless powerful figures witnessed this scene, their eyes full of pleading, but none dared to speak.
"If you don't want to take risks, come with us!" Long Chen looked at those people and couldn't help but speak.
These people weren't very strong, and the strong wouldn't let them borrow their light. Long Chen's words instantly filled them with gratitude.
Long Chen spoke, and tens of millions of disciples gathered around Long Chen's side. By joining his team, they could reduce a lot of pressure.
To be safe, Long Chen didn't speed up. Instead, he waited for some disciples behind him. He knew that if they left, the weaker disciples would all die, so he couldn't just stand by and help.
The strong figures in Saint King Prefecture witnessed this scene. Some praised him, some sneered, and some thought Long Chen's help to the weak was a narrow act, a mark of a gentleman.
Others thought Long Chen's action was a woman's mercy, wasting the strength of a strong fighter. Bringing so many people, if they couldn't reach the arena, everyone would die. Such an act was utterly foolish.
Among the human powerhouses, opinions about Long Chen's actions were mixed; some even mocked and cursed each other over differing opinions, nearly coming to blows.
However, those inside the formation couldn't see what was happening outside, let alone hear their voices.
Long Chen wasn't one to meddle, but as a fellow human, he couldn't just stand by and watch someone die. As for what others thought, Long Chen never paid it any mind. He simply acted according to his own heart, doing whatever he wanted. To him, what others thought was nonsense.
Long Chen led everyone forward; the closer they advanced, the greater the pressure, but everything was within their endurance.
Long Chen and the others moved very slowly, the last group among the human race. As more people kept joining, the group grew larger and larger.
By the middle and later stages, the number had exceeded eighty million. Many of these disciples were playboys. Although they were gifted and had strong backgrounds, they feared hardship and death, and refused to put in hard work in their cultivation.
As a result, their foundations are not solid. Their aura is quite intimidating—not only intimidating, but also themselves. They live in their own dreams, always thinking they are top experts, but in the face of the rules, they are all knocked back to their true selves.
Apart from an identity they could show off, they were worthless. If Long Chen hadn't taken them in, they wouldn't have been able to go up or down, and in the end, could only wait for the laws to destroy them.
By the middle and later stages, the arena ahead was already in sight, countless people had stepped onto the stage, but it was completely silent—nothing happened.
Among the strong warriors who stepped onto the arena, some cheered for Long Chen and the others, because among the people Long Chen brought were their own fellow disciples.
Others spoke extremely viciously, mocking these people as useless and saying they might as well die on the arena instead of embarrassing themselves.
However, most people watched coldly. Although they had climbed onto the arena, nothing had changed there, and they were not transported to some world for a one-on-one duel.
The human race occupied a foot on the arena, and in the distance, at the various steps, beings from other races also appeared. They all looked around with bewildered expressions, scanning the surroundings.
Some agitated people tried to rush toward the center of the arena, but there was actually a barrier atop it. Those who rushed forward crashed into the barrier and shattered with a thunderous crash.
Now, no one knew what to do, so they could only stand quietly on the arena. At this moment, Long Chen had already stepped onto the stage.
"Long Chen, right now on the arena, let's see who can protect you. TodayYour time to die has come. Long
Chen had just stepped onto the arena when someone sneered. That person was none other than a disciple of the Purple Blood Xu family.
"Pfft"
The Purple Blood Xu family disciple had just finished speaking when his neck suddenly split open, purple blood shot up into the sky, and a head vanished.