"I concede!"
"I concede!"
Time slowly passed in the examination hall of the thirty-third floor.
Most of the cultivators entering thereafter had just stepped into the Small Realm. Upon seeing the motionless figure of the red-robed Daoist Soldier, they paled and loudly conceded.
They didn't dare to delay, fearing they might end up like the earlier Thunder Cultivator, who was turned into a mist of blood with a single palm strike from the Daoist Soldier.
There was a mid-stage Divinity Transformation cultivator who intended to hold on for a moment. But just as he had summoned his defensive magical treasure, it cracked under the wind from a casual palm strike by the Daoist Soldier, scaring him into tumbling out of the Small Realm.
Standing at the end of the crowd, Chen Sheng watched this scene and couldn't help but frown, thinking to himself:
"If they select a thousand people this way, the worth of this quota is indeed too low."
