Chapter 2457: Fire of Origin? (1/2)

In a short few days, news of more than a dozen hidden forces, ancient races, and old holy grounds, reemerging into the world, was heard consecutively.

Apart from the Ghost Talisman Holy Ground and Holy Race, there were also the Reservoir Sword Holy Ground, South Desolate Holy Ground, Heaven Perishing Race, Ancient Dhyana Clan, and others.

Though the Reservoir Sword Holy Ground, South Desolate Holy Ground, Heaven Perishing Race, and Ancient Dhyana Clan’s overall strength and reputation were behind the Ghost Talisman Holy Ground and Holy Race, they were more than able to stand at the same heights as the Beast Tamer Holy Gate, and Black Inferno Race.

The whole Holy World was shocked after hearing that the old hidden races, and ancient holy grounds were appearing one after another.

Truthfully, even Huang Xiaolong was surprised that he had managed to stir out so many big fishes.

After his surprise and shock receded, bubbling excitement filled Huang Xiaolong’s chest.

Huang Xiaolong and Li Chen rarely agreed on one thing, but they did agree that the more people came, the better it was.

The second day of the challenge passed by.

The battle stage and its immediate surroundings were abnormally quiet. No one went up to challenge Huang Xiaolong. By this point, Duan Xuan, Shen Jiewen, Zhan Zhiyuan, and the others held back from taking any action, and merely stood vigilant. Of course, even if they wanted to send disciples up to challenge Huang Xiaolong, they were powerless to do so. Each of their forces did not have any more capable Third Tribulation half-True Saint Holy Princes.

If they sent out Third Tribulation half-True Saint disciples with average battle strength, it was no different than throwing away their lives in vain.

The third day also passed peacefully.

Huang Xiaolong remained cross-legged on the battle stage, adjusting his condition with his eyes closed.

The scorching sun had reached its highest point, but there was a puff of spiritual clouds above Huang Xiaolong’s head, shading him from the prickling heat. In truth, it was quite comfortable sitting where he was.

This false tranquility lasted over ten days straight.

Finally, a party that introduced himself as one of the Fallen Gods Race picked up Huang Xiaolong’s challenge.

“The Fallen Gods Race?” Wu Ge repeated, a frown formed over his forehead. This so-called Fallen Gods Race did not exist at all in his memory. Clearly, this group of people was lying.

“You really belong to the Fallen Gods Race?” Wu Ge questioned, and his gaze was piercingly sharp as he looked at the person who spoke, “As far as I know, no such race exists in the Holy World!”

The other side wore a mask, completely hiding his face. On top of that, this mask could actually block the probings of an expert of Wu Ge’s level. At the very least, this was a high-grade saint artifact.

The other party’s cultivation realm was also hidden by the mask, so that no one could see through his cultivation realm.

The person laughed, “The Holy World is so vast that even the four Holy Heavens’ four Primal Ancestors wouldn’t dare to say that they know every inch of the Holy World. The number of unknown ancient races and holy grounds are countless. Just because Grand Hall Master Wu Ge has not heard of our existence, that does not mean that the Fallen Gods Race does not exist.”

“Not to mention, didn’t Huang Xiaolong say, any force in the Holy World can challenge him? Is it important whether I am from the Fallen Gods Race?”

The corner of Huang Xiaolong’s mouth curved up into a smile, “That’s right, it is not important whether you’re from the Fallen Gods Race. May I ask where are the fifty disciples you are planning to send up for the battle challenge?”

The other side chuckled in triumph and then replied to Huang Xiaolong, “There is no hurry. Huang Xiaolong, let me confirm the rules again. Regardless of the method I use, as long as I defeat you, I can take away the grandmist holy spiritual aura, correct?”

Huang Xiaolong nodded and confirmed, “Correct.”

At Huang Xiaolong’s word, the man directly tore space with his hand, and a black space tunnel appeared. Subsequently, figures drilled out one after another from the torn space. There was not one more, and not one less, as there were exactly fifty people.

The majority of these fifty people were late-Third Tribulation half-True Saints, and almost half of their cultivation was at the peak late-Third Tribulation half-True Saint Realm!