Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

An indescribable high-dimensional power descended from the towering archway of the Divine Martial Sect.

Click!

The miniature black hole in Blood Blade's palm, powerful enough to devour stars, burst instantly like a fragile soap bubble!

Followed by.

"Bang!!!"

A dull thud that made your teeth ache.

The Blood Blade, a powerful cultivator with millions of Origin Blood, who was arrogant and murderous just a second ago.

It felt as if I had been struck hard by an invisible, gigantic hand from the heavens.

He was forced to lie face down on the white jade steps in an extremely humiliating manner!

Click! Click! Click!

The sound of bones shattering rang out like a barrage of firecrackers.

"ah--!!!"

Bloodblade let out an extremely shrill scream.

He struggled desperately, trying to mobilize the millions of source blood within his body.

But under the suppression of that high-dimensional power, the source blood in his body was as if it had been completely frozen, and it could not circulate at all!

Deacon Yunhe looked down at him from his high position, his voice as cold as iron, echoing throughout the mountain gate.

"Primordial Divine Martial Sect strictly prohibits private fighting!"

"Considering that this is your first offense and that no substantial damage has been caused."

"His cultivation has been severely damaged, as a warning to others!"

The words fell.

Deacon Yunhe flicked his finger slightly.

puff!

Blood Blade suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The ten million drops of primordial blood that he was so proud of collapsed and dissipated under this casual flick!

In the blink of an eye.

Tens of millions of source blood drops have fallen to less than three million drops!

His cultivation level was severely damaged!

Quiet.

The entire white jade staircase fell into a deathly silence.

"Gulp."

Chu Wudao swallowed hard, looking at Xue Ren, who was pinned to the white jade steps and whose cultivation was mostly destroyed, a deep sense of horror flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Su Yu.

"They're from the Han Dynasty!"

Chu Wudao immediately transmitted his voice, which was filled with barely suppressed shock.

"These mad dogs!"

"I knew it! The Han emperor was playing the fool and giving up opportunities; that's completely out of character for their greedy nature!"

"Unexpectedly, they actually found a loophole in the Realm Lord's Divine Palace and forcibly sent in tens of millions of Black Hole-level assassins with Origin Blood!"

A black hole-level mass of tens of millions of source blood!

This is simply an unsolvable massacre against young prodigies under the age of ten thousand!

however.

Su Yu's expression remained calm and composed.

A dark glint flashed in his deep eyes.

"more than."

Su Yu replied calmly via telepathy.

"maybe……"

"A Domain Lord-level expert has also entered."

boom!

Chu Wudao was struck dumb, frozen in place, his mind blank.

Domain Lord?!

What's the point of playing this game?!

Everyone's here vying for a chance to win, and you, a powerful player, are just using cheats to send max-level characters into the newbie village to slaughter them?!

"Don't panic."

Su Yu glanced at him, his tone revealing a calm and composed demeanor.

"No matter what kind of monster the big man sent in."

"As things stand, the interior of the Primordial Divine Martial Sect is actually the safest haven."

Su Yu looked up at the expressionless Deacon Yunhe in front of him.

"With the protection of the rules of this ancient formation, even a true domain lord would not dare to act recklessly here."

"All we need to do is follow the rules here."

"Do everything possible to seize the opportunities here and become stronger!"

Just as the two were communicating telepathically.

On the white jade steps.

Deacon Yunhe's cold gaze slowly moved and landed on another black-clad assassin—Shadow Assassin.

Swish!

Shadow Killer's hair stood on end instantly, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The Blood Blade, imbued with millions of source blood, had most of its cultivation destroyed by a single finger.

If he dares to move even slightly, he will be utterly annihilated!

"You've misunderstood, senior!"

Shadow Killer reacted extremely quickly, instantly suppressing all killing intent, and pulled the half-dead Blood Blade up from the ground.

His face, hidden beneath the mask, forced a fawning smile that looked more like a grimace.

"We're just passing by!"

"Yes! I was just passing by!"

Deacon Yunhe looked at them expressionlessly.

"Just passing by?"

"Are you all here to register for the entry-level assessment as well?"

Sign up?!

Shadow Assassin keenly caught those two words, as if grasping at the last straw.

He nodded frantically.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"We have long admired the Primordial Divine Martial Sect and dreamed of joining it!"

Deacon Yunhe looked them up and down.

His brows furrowed slightly.

"Bone age is too high."

"Depletion of Qi and Blood".

"Too weak."

In the eyes of this sect leader-level deacon, a black hole-level being with millions of drops of source blood was nothing more than an insignificant ant.

"Even if you sign up, with your qualifications, you can only start as a menial disciple."

"Responsibilities included fetching water, chopping wood, and cleaning the mountain gate."

Deacon Yunhe spoke in a cold tone.

"Would you be willing?"

puff!

Shadow Killer and Blood Blade nearly coughed up blood.

Odd jobs?!

They are top-tier black hole-level assassins trained by the Han Dynasty's imperial family at great expense!

In the outside world, he would be a powerful and influential galactic overlord!

Now, they're actually making them fetch water and chop wood?!

humiliation!

An unprecedented humiliation!

but.

Shadow Killer gritted his teeth and secretly glanced at Su Yu, who was standing not far away.

My heart is screaming wildly.

"You little brat!"

"Just you wait!"

"As long as I can infiltrate this sect, I'll find the loophole in the rules of this broken formation."

"I'll skin you alive and kill you!!!"

Even if they return alive, Liu Zhenhai, the Imperial Uncle of the Han Dynasty, will not let them off easily if they fail to kill Su Yu.

and so.

We must stay, no matter what!

"willing!"

Shadow Killer took a deep breath, grabbed Blood Blade, and lowered his noble head in humiliation.

"We are willing to serve as menial disciples!"

Deacon Yunhe nodded slightly, ignoring the two good-for-nothings.

He turned around and waved his sleeve.

"In that case, please follow me."

"Take the entrance exam."

……

Half an hour later.

Taichu Divine Martial Sect, outer gate plaza.

The vast and boundless White Jade Square is shrouded in mist.

Besides Su Yu and his group of four, there were a few dozen other young martial artists scattered around the square.

These are all ancient projections evolved from formations.

The fluctuations of Qi and blood in each person's body are exceptionally solid and terrifying.

"The entrance exam consists of three stages."

Deacon Yunhe stood on the stone platform at the very front of the square, his voice clear and resonant.

"The first challenge."

"Test your qualifications!"

Following the direction pointed out by Deacon Yunhe.

In the center of the square stands an ancient jade mirror that is hundreds of feet tall.

The first bone examination!

"Place your hands on the jade mirror, and the formation will judge your inherent qualities."

Deacon Yunhe announced in a deep voice.

"The qualification assessment ranges from A (highest grade) to D (lowest grade)!"

"start!"

With a command from Steward Yunhe.

The ancient projections lined up and took turns going forward to be tested.

"Center C!"

"Otoshita!"

"Category C!"

Beams of light shone on the jade mirror, and Deacon Yunhe announced the results with a blank expression.

soon.

It was Chu Wudao's turn.

"I'll go first!"

Chu Wudao took a deep breath and strode forward.

He was an unparalleled divine son of the Great Chu Star Region, and he had absolute confidence in his talent.