Covering the Sky: I, Wang Teng, truly lack the bearing of an emperor.

"My princess said she needs to conserve her energy to prepare for the war between all races, so she won't be coming out to greet you, Young Master Wang. Please go back and rest early as well," Qin Yao said with a smile as she stood at the palace gate.

Wang Teng nodded upon hearing this, and without making things difficult for Qin Yao, he simply turned and left.

After Wang Teng left, Qin Yao turned around and returned to the palace.

"Has he left?" Yan Ruyu asked.

"He left when he heard that Miss wanted to rest." Qin Yao nodded.

"That's good." Yan Ruyu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Miss, what exactly did you two do the other day? Why do I feel like you're avoiding Young Master Wang?" Qin Yao couldn't help but ask.

"Shh, don't ask," Yan Ruyu said.

She drew the bed curtains and lay down alone, her cheeks still slightly flushed.

Back at his residence, the Chaotic Ancient Emperor's soldiers and deities immediately rushed over.

"Where did you run off to the other day, kid? Qi Hao and I couldn't find you either?" The Chaotic Ancient Emperor's Weapon God couldn't help but ask as soon as they met.

“I went to Zhongzhou,” Wang Teng said matter-of-factly.

"Then why..." the ancient imperial weapon deity wanted to ask.

"Ahem, the War of Ten Thousand Races is in a couple of days. I wonder what your thoughts are on this war, senior?" Wang Teng coughed twice to change the subject.

"What else can we say? Let's just start fighting. I've looked at our roster, and the Ancient Clan has sent out their ancient prince and princess. Our chances of winning are still very high. At least in the Dragon Transformation Realm and the Immortal Platform Realm, we can't possibly lose. And we also have Desolate Slaves who came out of the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land at the Sage Realm. With them, we won't lose those matches either. So from the very beginning, the odds have been on our side. The War of Ten Thousand Races is just a ploy to fool those old guys from the Ancient Clan who just crawled out of their coffins."

The ancient deity spoke.

Regardless, the human race will have the upper hand. The only difference is how the human race will win and whether they can win convincingly.

However, none of these are problems, at least he doesn't need to worry about them. The White-Clad God King and the Great Sage of the Crane will take the initiative to take responsibility and arrange the matter very well.

As for him, all he needs to do is quietly be a spectator and protect Wang Teng when it's most needed.

Or it would be enough to make one or two moves to show that there are other sentient Supreme Emperor Weapons on the human side.

"That's settled then. Ye Fan should be on the field in the first round. Let's see how many matches Ye Fan can win in the Four Extremes Secret Realm," Wang Teng said.

Meanwhile, Ye Fan on the other side also received the news.

When he learned that he would be the first to go on stage, he was taken aback for a moment, but he was able to explain all the concerns and considerations of the White-Clad God King.

"I see..." Ye Fan nodded. "Then leave it to me. Don't worry, I will win at least five matches. As for the remaining five, just let those people do what they can. There's no need for them to risk their lives for one or two small battles."

Ye Fan spoke.

According to the rules between the ancient race and the human race, there are a total of ten battles in the Four Extremes Secret Realm. As long as one side wins more than five battles, they will have a lead in the points they can obtain in this realm. As for how many points they can obtain, it depends on how many battles they have won.

"We will convey this to everyone who participates in the battle, but you must also be careful. If you are exhausted or outmatched, surrender immediately. Do not be too impulsive. Preserving your life is the most important thing," the white-robed god-king instructed Ye Fan.

"Please rest assured, Senior God King, I will remember this." Ye Fan nodded.

Similar scenes are happening in many places. The strongmen of the human race find the fighters on the human side and tell them one by one that their survival is the top priority.

That night was unusually peaceful.

The next day, early in the morning, outside the holy city, the Great Sage reached out and pulled out a huge mountain peak.

Although it's called a mountain peak, it's actually more like a huge platform because the top is flat, resembling a large plaza that can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.

Many people were already waiting in the holy city. Whether it was the ancient race, the human race, or the demon race, all races knew about the war of ten thousand races, and some visitors even came from their own families.

Whether they came to witness this historic moment or to encourage the strength of their own families, they arrived early, afraid of missing this moment that would be recorded in history.

With the arrival of the ancient sages and the human sages, there was little time for pleasantries or formalities, and the war between all races began immediately.

“We’ve already discussed this extensively at the Yaochi Conference, so there’s no other agenda today except for the War of Ten Thousand Races!” said one of the Great Saints of the Ancient Race.

On the human side, the Great Sage Crane nodded.

This was also the idea of ​​the sages of the human race.

They had been debating these matters at the Yaochi Conference for a year or two, but they had not reached a consensus until the end. If they were to bring up those ideas now, it would only prolong the disputes at the Yaochi Conference and delay the inevitable.

Therefore, the war between all races began immediately.

Apart from a few people who knew the inside story, no one else expected the War of Ten Thousand Races to start so quickly. They thought there would be a grand opening ceremony or a noteworthy event.

However, to keep things simple, the war between all races officially began the moment these people sat atop the mountain.

“Then let’s stick to the original agreement and let the little guy from the Four Extremes Secret Realm go first in the first match,” said a sage from the ancient clan.

"That's exactly what I was thinking." The Great Sage Crane nodded.

Then a large black dog stepped out from the crowd, carrying something resembling an imperial edict in its mouth. When it reached the center of the mountain peak, it suddenly threw it forcefully into the air.

The next moment, a huge field descended, covering the entire mountaintop.

"The Great Emperor Wushi's decree states that no one may participate in the competition by cheating, use weapons or armor that exceed their own cultivation level or were not crafted by themselves, or rely on the power of others!"

The Black Emperor spoke, his voice booming, and together with the golden decree, he established rules atop the mountain.

If anyone disobeys, everyone present will be able to sense it.

"The first battle: The Four Extremes Secret Realm!"

"The Black Emperor spoke again, and then reluctantly left the center of the mountaintop and came to the viewing area, where he sat down next to the White-Clad God King.

"Ye Fan, go ahead," said the Great Sage Crane.

This was also the order in which they would appear, which they had agreed upon long ago.

No matter how the ancient tribes change, their order of appearance will not change much.

Ye Fan slowly stood up from the crowd.

To many, this was the first time the Ancient Holy Body had appeared before them after disappearing for several years.

Although some forces had previously disliked Ye Fan, their eyes were now filled with admiration when they looked at this Ancient Sacred Body, and some even cheered him on.

"So they've directly sent out the Ancient Sacred Body?" A Great Saint of the Ancient Clan chuckled.

It is clear that during this year, the ancient races were also searching everywhere for information related to the human race, including the strongest individuals in various realms of the human race.

So when someone from the human race stood up, they already recognized Ye Fan. "Since it's the first match, we should naturally make it a bit more visually appealing," the Great Sage Crane nodded and said.

"Alright, since the first match should be a good show, then we won't hold back." The Great Sage of the Ancient Clan chuckled.

"Mo Lai, go ahead," the Great Sage of the Ancient Clan said.

A burly man from the ancient tribe stood up. "Yes, sir."

"Royal blood flows through your veins?" The Great Sage Crane narrowed his eyes slightly and asked.

“Yes, Mo Lai is a descendant of the ancient emperor, but not a direct descendant, and his bloodline is quite thin. Even so, his strength is still formidable,” the Great Sage of the Ancient Clan chuckled and said.

Nowadays, it is still quite difficult to find the ancient princes and princesses who are in the Four Extremes Secret Realm among the ancient clans.

Those ancient princes and princesses were either already at the Dragon Transformation Realm or even the Immortal Platform Realm, or they had not yet been revived, so they could only find some powerful individuals with royal blood flowing in their veins to participate.

At the very center of the mountain peak, Mo Lai and Ye Fan stood facing each other, their eyes burning with intense fighting spirit.

"Human race? Holy Body? Never heard of it, but it should be the blood food of my race. I ate too much of it back then, so I can't quite remember those so-called physiques." Mo Lai from the ancient race said with a smile, his eyes full of provocation.

Ye Fan smiled slightly upon hearing this, "You're dead."

"Let's get started!" Black Emperor said softly, he also disliked the guy named Mo Lai.

The battle erupted instantly. Ye Fan went all out from the moment he appeared, unleashing a strange phenomenon in his Sea of ​​Bitterness. The Golden Lotus in the Sea of ​​Bitterness reflected in the void. He seemed to transform into a god, opening up a space in the void and heading directly towards the ancient race being, Mo Lai.

"Heh, all show and no substance!" Mo Lai sneered.

However, he did not underestimate it.

He raised his hand, and with a single move, he unleashed the legacy etched into his very blood.

Even so, he was defeated by Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's expression was solemn. He immediately unleashed a killing move, showing no mercy.

He knew he carried a heavy burden, and only by taking drastic measures and eliminating this ancient clan could he demonstrate the might of the human race.

As the first to appear, he carries this burden; only by playing well enough can he give the next players enough confidence.

So he spared no effort and finally, on the third move, he plunged one hand into the head of this ancient clansman.

"That's it?" Ye Fan asked calmly.

He withdrew his hand, which was still stained with white and red. He shook his hand in disgust and kicked the ancient man, knocking him to the ground.

Mo Lai struggled to stand up, but his life force was rapidly draining away, and no matter how much he struggled, he could not change the fact that he was about to perish.

"No... I can't lose..." Mo Lai roared, still waving his hand in despair.

However, he eventually collapsed there, without any sign of life.

"First match, Human race, Ye Fan wins!" Black Emperor shouted excitedly.

Those ancient people suddenly felt that having the Black Emperor serve as the referee was not a wise move.

But no matter what, they still lost the first game.

The Great Sage of the Ancient Clan looked rather grim, not only because he had lost a match, but also because Mo Lai had died.

To play it safe in the first match, they sent out a fairly strong competitor. While not top-tier, he wasn't the weakest either, and he also possessed royal blood. However, his opponent's brain was smashed by a human's single hand, leaving them feeling humiliated and extremely angry.

"The second round! The ancient clans will send someone!" Black Emperor said with a smile.

"Ta'er Monastery! Go there!" the Great Sage of the Ancient Clan said.

Although this person does not have royal blood, he does possess royal blood, and his combat strength is no weaker than that of Mo Lai.

But to everyone's surprise, this person only lasted a few more rounds after entering the arena.

Some people who know Ye Fan well even know that he hasn't gone all out yet. He hasn't even used his Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron. So far, he has only been using his physical strength.

"Second match! Humans win! The Ancient Race continues to send their warriors, awaiting the third match!"

The third match was as expected.

Ye Fan swiftly severed the head of the ancient clan member, giving him no chance to beg for mercy.

Although he was wounded in this battle, with a few drops of golden holy blood spilling out, he was not affected in any way. On the contrary, his fighting spirit became even higher, and his eyes almost burned with raging flames.

"Humans win the third match!"

"The fourth match..."

To everyone's surprise, Ye Fan stood on the stage for a total of six matches.

In the sixth round, the ancient clan finally couldn't hold back any longer and sent out someone with even stronger royal blood, who was said to be a third-generation descendant of an ancient emperor, but the great saint of the ancient clan did not acknowledge it.

Although Ye Fan won this battle, he also suffered broken bones and was severely injured by the third-generation descendant of that ancient emperor.

He wanted to stay on the stage, but the white-robed god-king called him back.

"Next match: Human Race, Yao Guang Holy Land, Martial Merit!"

The human race sent out their second player.

The battle had now reached its seventh round.

If they can hold on for three more games, then regardless of the outcome, the human race will have the upper hand.

However, no one expected that the prodigy from the Yao Guang Holy Land would be killed by the ancient clan's expert in just three moves. The expert's hands were stained with the blood of martial merit, and he wore a cold smile on his face, "The blood of the human race is indeed as good as it was back then!"

As soon as the words were spoken, someone from the human race stood up and stepped onto the arena.

"Human race, Ji family..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a powerful member of the ancient clan: "The dead are not worthy of names!"

The great battle broke out in an instant, but even the prodigy of the Ji family was no match for him and was killed by the ancient clan.

"There are still two matches left, enough to kill two more people. Are you planning to send two more to their deaths?"

The ancient clan's powerful figure sneered.

Ye Fan, who had just sat down, stood up again and, ignoring the advice of those around him, walked to the center of the mountaintop once more. (End of Chapter)