Soul Devouring Sword Master

"Let's go!"

With a strong sense of unwillingness, Xiao Yun waved his hand and took the lead in stepping into the light column. Soon, Xiao Feng and other Dragon Palace disciples also entered one after another.

Xuedu and Guihuo looked at each other, and also took their own people into the light column.

In this way, these people left the Fallen Battlefield.

On the other side, the warriors who witnessed this battle from beginning to end looked at each other, unable to calm down for a long time.

"That guy... actually escaped... My... escaped with the joint efforts of three first-class prides..."

"That monster... and that tower..."

Many people were dumbfounded, and for a moment, they were incoherent. Many people who had previously asserted that Lin Xiao would definitely die were also completely dumbfounded.

"This battle of destiny is interesting. This guy is obviously not from a big domain. It seems that he is a rising star..."

"According to reports, many talented masters have emerged in this battle of destiny. It is the most competitive one ever. It is really exciting!"

Some people in the crowd said with some emotion, their eyes full of expectation.

Flying Dragon Domain, Empty City.

In the center of the city stands a huge building, which covers a very large area, tall, gorgeous and magnificent.

In the building, there is a huge circular battle platform, tens of thousands of meters long and wide. Around the battle platform are stands, which are circular and surrounded layer by layer. Looking from top to bottom, it is like a funnel with the tip cut off.

The stands are very large. At a glance, they can accommodate at least tens of thousands of people.

At this moment, there are figures who step in here one after another and sit in the stands waiting.

These people, without exception, are big figures in various domains in the East Wilderness.

Teams step in here one after another, and each team represents a domain.

The leader was naturally the leader of the domain, and the rest were representatives of the major forces in the domain.

Soon, these people took their seats one after another.

The teams from the big domains all sat at the top of the stands, with the widest view.

And below were the teams from the middle domain, and then the teams from the domains. To a certain extent, the seat position was linked to the strength of the corresponding domain.

Some teams from the domains came here a few days ago to wait.

"Haha, I wonder how many of the proud people in my Ten Thousand Beasts Domain can make it to the second round."

"I also want to know how many people in my Thunder Domain can enter the second round."

"The more people who enter the second round, the more hope there is to compete for the Son of Luck..."

"Don't even think about the Son of Luck. Nine out of ten are either proud people from the Flying Dragon Domain or the Evil God Domain. It has always been like this. Don't even think about it."

"That may not be the case. According to this time, many domains have seen the rise of some young proud people. They may not be unable to compete with them."

"Haha, forget it..."

In the stands, some high-ranking officials from domains began to chat with anticipation on their faces.

At the bottom, there were dozens of figures sitting, led by a white-haired old man, Gu Yuan, and behind him were naturally the people from the major forces in Canglan Domain.

Xuanmen, Huangji Palace, Bingling Palace, Xuesha Sect, Leiyu Sect, and Jianzong were all here.

However, since it is a domain with low power, only the patriarchs of various forces are qualified to come to this empty city to watch the battle of luck. For example, some high-level officials from large and medium domains will come.

Of course, there are exceptions. There is still a deputy palace master in Huangji Palace, Lu Ming, and next to Lu Ming is an old man in a golden robe. The old man's eyes are like lightning, his breath is strong, and he has the majesty of a superior. He is the palace master of Huangji Palace, Wu Huang.

In Canglan Domain, the six major forces are in a competitive relationship. At this moment, everyone's eyes are fixed on the battle stage of luck, with hope in their eyes.

"I don't know if anyone in Canglan Domain can get here!"

On the stands, Gu Yuan pondered slightly, with a hint of worry on his brows.

From ancient times to the present, in the battle of luck, very few warriors from the domain have made it to the second round of the battle of luck, not to mention that Canglan Domain is also a lower-level existence in the domain, so the probability is very small.

However, Gu Yuan still had some expectations. As the leader of the Canglan Domain, he had also heard some rumors that Long Yunfei of the Huangji Palace had some connections with the Holy Gate, which was one of the four top forces in the East Wilderness.

It seemed that Long Yunfei's strength would definitely not be simple, and he had heard that Long Yunfei was a rare talent in the Huangji Palace that only appeared once in a hundred years, so he still had a good chance of making it to the second round.

This was also Gu Yuan's biggest expectation. In addition, Xuanmen was very mysterious and might bring him surprises. As for other people, he did not have any hope.

"According to past practice, Xuanmen and Huangji Palace are most likely to have someone pass the second round, followed by Bingling Palace. My Leiyu Sect and your Xuesha Sect also have precedents and have a chance, but as for the Jian Sect, forget it. Since the battle of luck appeared, no one has ever made it to the second round."

The leader of the Leiyu Sect smiled, and his eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the leader of the Jian Sect, Jian Feiliu, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.