As expected, as the cultivators went ahead one after another, there was hardly anyone who could last for ten breaths in the fight against silver-armored Dao soldiers.
Among the three to four contestants, there was only one who passed the first round.
The time flew past. In the blink of an eye, the silver-armored Dao soldiers had already fought with more than half of the contestants.
"Next, Ah Shou!" The elder called.
"Haha, it's finally my turn," Jian Wushuang let out a burst of hearty laughter. Before everyone's gaze, he walked forward.
Everyone focused their attention on Jian Wushuang.
Because Jian Wushuang's aura was so powerful, they can't belittle him.
Jian Wushuang came before the silver-armored Dao soldiers and he felt the prohibition of the ten thousand miles range.
"Begin," the elder said. The silver-armored Dao soldiers didn't hesitate and rushed out.
