Time flows like water and in the blink of an eye, a large number of Xuanwu Realm Martial Artists gather from all directions of the Xingyun Kingdom. This can be described as a grand event for Martial Artists of the Xuanwu Realm, involving both the young talents and the older generation.
Xiao Ye did not conceal his presence. Two hours later, he arrived at a bustling plain filled with dense crowds.
"So many people!" Even though Xiao Ye was prepared, he was still shocked by the enormous crowd.
He could see almost ten thousand Xuanwu Realm Martial Artists within his sight alone.
Xiao Ye felt a hint of pressure in his heart; with so many competitors, the struggle to grab the treasures would be even tougher.
"What is that?"
Xiao Ye shifted his gaze and at the very front of the crowd, a huge stele engraved with the character "Martial" stood tall on the ground, exuding an ancient aura as if it had withstood hundreds of years yet remained unyielding.
