634: The battle begins

Myriad Heavens Battlefield.

Eternal Forest region.

At this moment.

Boiling killing intent filled the heavens and earth, and terrifying aura enveloped an area of tens of thousands of miles.

Within this tens of thousands of miles, Blue Star and the Blood Clan had each stationed over a million troops, confronting each other across a giant teleportation gate.

The power fluctuations unconsciously emitted alone caused the air in this area to almost solidify under the pressure.

And within the military formations on both sides, several towering figures stood.

Their height was almost equal to the hundred-meter-tall giant teleportation gate, and their breaths dispersed the clouds in the sky, like Divine Beings descended upon the human world.

These were the Lords of the Blood Clan, and the Blue Star Kings who had empowered themselves with military formations.

"Yang Daoming, time is almost up. Your people for the World Contention haven't arrived yet. Are you perhaps scared and want to give up?"

At this moment, a thunderous voice echoed from the Blood Clan's military formation, so loud that it made the air vibrate.

The speaker was Alvos, the Lord of the Rudolph Clan of the Blood Clan.

"Alvos, time isn't up yet, what's your hurry?"

Yang Daoming, empowered by the military formation, was not afraid of Alvos's provocation:

"Could it be that you're impatient to send your participants to their deaths?"

"Your sharp tongue hasn't dulled with age!"

Hearing Yang Daoming's words, Alvos sneered, his tone incredibly cold.

"Unfortunately, my Saint Clan is bound to win this World Contention. You will soon see how your so-called Geniuses become food for our warriors."

"Heh heh!"

Yang Daoming scoffed, looking at Alvos with a mocking gaze.

"I advise you not to be so confident, otherwise when your Little Bat is crushed by our Awakeners in the World Contention, I'm afraid you'll be directly angered to death."

"Hmph!"

"Sharp-tongued. If your strength were half as good as your mouth, your grandson wouldn't have been crushed to death by me back then."

Alvos snorted coldly, his tone playful.

Hearing his words, killing intent surged in Yang Daoming's eyes, and the space around him fluctuated.

What happened back then was an eternal pain in his heart.

"Don't provoke me. Soon, you will also experience the pain I felt back then."

However, Yang Daoming quickly suppressed the anger in his heart.

The World Contention had not yet begun, and the secret plan had not been completed. At this moment, he could not be provoked into attacking Alvos.

"Then I'll wait another half an hour for you. Once the time is up, if your people still haven't arrived, then my Saint Clan will claim this medium-sized world."

Alvos sneered, directly dismissing his Dharma Idol with the other Lords and returning to the military formation.

"Hmph!"

"When the World Contention ends, that will be the moment of your demise, Alvos."

Seeing this, Yang Daoming suppressed the killing intent in his heart.

Then, he instructed the other Kings to maintain their readiness to activate the military formation at any time, while he himself returned to the lower ground.

"Marshal, the participants have arrived."

At this moment, a guard stepped forward to report.

"Mm, follow me to greet them."

Yang Daoming nodded and walked directly towards the center of the military formation.

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"The rules for this World Contention have been set."

"It will last for a total of three days. Participants of the three Realms will enter the medium-sized world simultaneously and will randomly descend into segmented battlefields with a diameter of one thousand miles over the three days."

"Six-Turn will descend on the first day, Seven-Turn on the second day, and Eight-Turn on the third day."

"Ultimately, one side is completely annihilated, and the World Contention ends."

"The side that survives to the end gains ownership of the medium-sized world."

Beside the temporary teleportation array, Yang Daoming looked at the one thousand participants of the World Contention in front of him and said in a stern tone:

"I have only one demand: kill all those Blood Clan scum!"

"Understood!"

The one thousand participants wore solemn expressions and responded in unison, their Battle Intent and killing intent intertwined, soaring into the sky and shattering the clouds above.

"Very good."

"Then let's begin."

Seeing this, Yang Daoming nodded with satisfaction and said without any hesitation.

As his words fell, he waved his arm, and the military formation instantly retreated to both sides, clearing a path directly to the giant teleportation gate.

Seeing this, the one thousand participants did not hesitate and simultaneously stepped towards the giant teleportation gate.

Among the crowd, Wang Chen walked along, his heart greatly stirred.

He hadn't expected that the rules of the World Contention would be for participants of three Realms to descend in batches, one every day.

This rule was simply too advantageous for him!

Initially, Wang Chen had been worried that once the World Contention began, he would be targeted by the Blood Clan Dukes.

But now...

He just wanted to say, let them come!

With his current strength, by the time the Blood Clan Dukes and Blue Star Eight-Turns descended, those Blood Clan Marquises and Earls would probably all be slaughtered!

"It seems this World Contention will be very easy for me. Perhaps I can even obtain a few Blood Cores from Peak Blood Clan Dukes."

Wang Chen thought with ease, observing the Blood Clan's formation opposite with interest, focusing on the several towering figures shrouded in Qi and blood.

"These are the Blood Clan's Tenth-Order Lords?"

"Their strength is indeed terrifying!"

His gaze only lingered on these figures for a moment before Wang Chen felt a faint stinging in his eyes, and he couldn't see past the blood light at all.

This made him quickly withdraw his gaze after only staring for a few seconds.

If he stared for too long, he felt his eyeballs would burst.

"I heard Marshal Yang say that the Blood Clan's Thirteen Clans currently have a total of seven Lords."

"Five have come here now, plus over a million troops, so the Blood Clan World's internal forces must be empty."

"But with the Blood Clan Dominator and two Lords stationed there, they still cannot be underestimated."

"I wonder how that major event, which even Marshal Yang couldn't speak of, will achieve its goal."

Wang Chen pondered in his heart as he followed the crowd to the giant teleportation gate.

Just then, he suddenly felt a strong malice enveloping him.

Looking up, pairs of scarlet eyes met his.

The one thousand Blood Clan powerhouses participating in the World Contention made no secret of their killing intent and their thirst for fresh blood.

At the same time, the killing intent they exuded vaguely condensed into a screaming, winged blood-colored monster above their ranks.

Wang Chen and the surrounding participants glared back at these gazes without any hesitation.

"Everyone's here!"

"Let's start directly!"

"I can't wait to enjoy the sight of your Blue Star participants suffering and wailing."

At this moment, Alvos, who had activated his Dharma Idol, sneered and sent out a beam of blood light that landed on the giant teleportation gate.

"Heh heh."

"Then you'd better watch closely how these Little Bats are torn to shreds by our Awakeners."

Yang Daoming retorted without ceremony, also sending a burst of power towards the giant teleportation gate.