182: You...! *Slap!*

“Where are they going?”

Lin Yan glanced at the stunned young man and asked.

“Huh? Ah? Oh...!” The young man immediately snapped back to reality. “They all went outside the enlightenment stele area, Flame King...”

He hadn't finished speaking.

*Swoosh—!*

Lin Yan instantly vanished from where he stood.

“Got it.”

Huh? Wait!

The young man was stunned again.

Does he have to be that fast?

He immediately rushed outside too, thinking inwardly.

What did Flame King just say?

Five months, Star Shaking Peak? Or two techniques?

Unbelievable!

Does that mean he has already achieved Major Achievement in two Star Shaking techniques?

Holy cow!

What a freak!

No wonder he could accomplish such an unprecedented feat.

He then thought of the upcoming competition, and his face immediately broke into a grin.

Alien Races!

You guys are in for trouble!

What the young man didn't know was that the Martial Skill Rank Lin Yan was muttering about was its unaugmented state; otherwise, he might have fainted on the spot.

But then again.

It's estimated that even if a Martial Artist capable of augmenting Martial Skills appeared throughout the history of the Starry Sky Martial Dao, none would be able to directly augment them by an entire major Realm... The sight in the vast area outside the enlightenment stele was incredibly shocking.

Looking out, countless dense figures were moving, like an endless ocean composed of various races; even when viewed from high altitude, the human sea stretched beyond sight.

Among these Prodigies from various races, some were tall and mighty, standing like mountains; others were petite and agile, as light as Elves in the forest. Their skin colors varied: some were dark as ink, others white as snow, and still others bronze.

Their clothing was equally diverse—gorgeous brocade robes, rough beast-hide armor, flowing silk cloaks... all interwoven to form a brilliant and colorful picture.

Every race carried its own unique temperament and style, whether solemn and serious, bold and unrestrained, or cunning and agile.

They gathered in small groups, conversing softly, creating a continuous hubbub.

“It's the busiest day on the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield again.” An Elf Race Prodigy spoke.

“This time, I'm afraid only the Human Race will dominate the scene.” A pale-faced Blood Race Prodigy's eyes flickered.

“It has to be them.” An Angel Race Prodigy, whose wings were unfurled behind him, shrugged.

“A city-slaughtering feat! I really want to meet the Flame King of the Human Race and see what kind of peerless figure he is.” A burly Giant Race Prodigy looked on with reverence.

“Fortunately, my race became their vassal long ago and has remained so for many years.” A Dwarf holding a massive hammer said smugly.

As the voice fell.

The Prodigies of the various races all cast envious glances.

As vassal races of the Human Race, this month spent on the battlefield couldn't have gone smoother.

They were essentially given way wherever they went. Aside from the three other top-tier races—the Spirit, God, and Immortal Races—no other race dared to provoke them.

And even those three races tucked tail and ran as far as possible whenever they encountered the Human Race.

They were terrified of upsetting the Human Race, leading them to complain to the great master, Flame King, who might then order a city slaughter against them too.

It was too terrifying.

Whenever they thought of the ancient cities of the Demon and Devil Races, shrouded in blood mist, they shivered involuntarily.

Those were two of the six top-tier races in the starry sky!

Any King Rank Invincible among them was the absolute pillar of their own races.

And the Domain Kings above them were Prodigies they didn't even dare to dream of meeting.

They all died.

They died within this Ten Thousand Races Battlefield.

Thinking of this.

Countless gazes turned toward the central area that was surrounded.

Four distinct teams stood silently, their mental states worlds apart.

The Human Race team was bustling with activity, their expressions relaxed.

“Old Zhang, how were your gains?”

“Does that even need to be asked?”

“This is the eighth Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, and it's never been this satisfying.”

“We grabbed whatever we wanted wherever we went, and went wherever we were strongest.”

“The boundless Ten Thousand Races Battlefield feels like my own backyard.”

“Hahaha.”

“I agree! I agree!”

Someone glanced at the gloomy Prodigies of the Spirit, God, and Immortal Races, then looked up at the many figures conversing in the sky, grinning widely.

“I bet the Your Highnesses are enjoying themselves too.”

A reply immediately came back.

“Does that even need to be asked?”

“The Your Highnesses are having the most fun, alright?”

“They personally experienced the city slaughter alongside His Highness Flame King!”

Listening to the voices below.

Nie Hong, standing at the forefront of the top Prodigy team, looked at the three races' Domain Kings across from him—who wanted to rage but dared not—and felt secretly delighted.

To be honest.

Although he had been severely beaten down by that guy, Flame King.

Seeing all the Prodigies in his own race standing tall, while the Prodigies of the other races had to act cautiously, he suddenly felt that a little setback was insignificant.

Just then.

“Ahem...”

A Spirit Race Domain King forcibly suppressed his anger.

“A quarter of an hour has passed. Shouldn't we start now?”

Damn it!

I admit your Flame King is truly formidable.

But we were already prepared to surrender immediately.

Why are you still showing off here?!

As the Spirit Race young man's voice fell.

Immediately, the Immortal Race and the God Race chimed in with agreement.

An Immortal Race young man spoke coldly.

“The time for the competition was set through agreements made over multiple battlefields.”

“The time is up, yet the Human Race has not confirmed that all personnel are present.”

“If you won't start with the current personnel, then just announce that this competition is canceled.”

“I think that is feasible.” A God Race woman stated indifferently.

Nie Hong narrowed his eyes slightly.

They're playing a good game!

If you're afraid of Flame King, just say so directly.

He was about to speak.

*Clang—!*

Duan Yueling, who had remained silent, suddenly summoned her spirit weapon sword.

“Come!”

A simple word.

She slowly raised her eyes, erupting with heaven-shaking Battle Intent.

Instantly.

The noisy ground below suddenly fell silent, and the Prodigies of all races looked up simultaneously.

It's starting?!

The seven Domain Kings of the three opposing races also narrowed their eyes.

This Duan Yueling... she's actually stronger again!

But.

They all chuckled inwardly.

As long as that Flame King isn't here, you alone, Duan Yueling, can't stop us from suppressing the Human Race's arrogance.

The Spirit Race young man who had spoken earlier took the first step forward.

“Good!”

“Then I'll take the first prize!”

He suddenly pointed a finger toward Nie Hong.

“You...”

Just as the first word left his mouth.

*Smack—!*

A crisp sound of a slap echoed through the sky and spread across the silent ground.

“Pfft!”

A sound of someone spitting blood.

*Bang—!*

A figure, like a cannonball, smashed violently into the ground, instantly injuring a large number of Spirit Race Prodigies with lightning speed.

Dust and smoke rose everywhere.

The Prodigies of all races froze in shock.

It started?

It ended?

Wait a minute!

They only heard and saw that Spirit Race Domain King Your Highness utter a single word!

It seemed like there was a black shadow!

Countless figures immediately looked up.

“You...!”

Simultaneously, a furious single-word shout came from another Spirit Race Domain King in the sky.

As well as the slightly changed expressions of the four Domain Kings from the Immortal and God Races.