Knights descend upon Douluo Continent; death awaits if they do not fight.

Sixth place: Hidden disciple of the Haotian Sect

Tang Ying, 41 years old, is a reclusive disciple of the Haotian Sect.

A level 71 Soul Saint, Martial Soul: Clear Sky Hammer.

He was a disciple taken in by the Haotian Sect during its period of seclusion and has never appeared in public.

He broke through to the Soul Saint level at the age of thirty-five and was regarded as a key talent to be cultivated by the sect.

However, he is too withdrawn and dislikes socializing, and still keeps to this day as a loner.

He was in seclusion cultivating when the black light fell in front of him.

He opened his eyes, looked at the card box in front of him, then at his own face in the sky, his expression blank.

Then, he closed his eyes and continued his cultivation.

It's as if nothing ever happened.

But his hand had already grasped the card case.

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Seventh: The Fallen One, City of Slaughter

Unnamed, age unknown, a permanent resident of the Killing City.

Level unknown, Martial Soul unknown.

He was the most inconspicuous person in the Killing City.

Do not cause trouble, do not form alliances, and do not participate in any conflicts.

He just huddled in a corner, surviving, nothing more.

He was drinking a Bloody Mary when the black light fell in front of him.

He looked at the card box in front of him, then raised his head and looked at his own face in the sky.

That face had no name, no rank, and no martial spirit.

Only one word:

【The Fallen】

He was silent for a long time.

Then he smiled.

It was a very strange laugh—not a bitter laugh, not a maniacal laugh, but rather… a sense of relief.

"Finally."

He gripped the card case.

"Finally, I have a chance to leave this place."

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Knight World - Entrance

Seven beams of light lit up simultaneously.

Seven people appeared at the same time on a desolate battlefield.

The sky was dark red, the earth was cracked, there were burning mountains in the distance, and broken buildings nearby.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, the scent left behind by countless lives lost.

The seven people looked at each other in bewilderment.

Matthew was trembling and his face was deathly pale.

Huyan Zhan gripped the knife at his waist, cautiously surveying his surroundings.

Ximen Yan was kneeling on the ground and could no longer stand up.

Ning Ruyu looked around at her surroundings, her hands trembling slightly, but she still managed a forced smile.

Yu Cheng clenched his fists, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

Tang Ying remained expressionless, her gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on a shadowy figure in the distance.

Wuming squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, smelled it, and then smiled.

"A good place."

A deep roar came from afar.

Everyone looked in that direction at the same time.

From within the dark red mist, a monster more than three meters tall slowly revealed itself.

Its entire body was covered in jet-black scales, and it had a pair of curved horns on its head. Its eyes were scarlet, and it was staring intently at the seven uninvited guests.

【The Descending Monster - Horned Demon】

[Level: Low]

[Huang Fei's kill count: 864]

This is a system notification.

Eight hundred and sixty-four heads.

Huang Fei alone killed 864 of these creatures.

Hu Yanzhan's pupils contracted slightly.

He could sense that this monster's aura was stronger than any soul beast he had ever encountered in the Northern Frontier.

Huang Fei killed 864 of these creatures.

"What are you all standing there for?!" he roared. "Fight!"

Seven people simultaneously entered combat mode.

But in that very instant—

Another roar came from another direction.

Then came the third tone, the fourth tone, the fifth tone—

Within the dark red mist, countless scarlet eyes lit up simultaneously.

Ximen Yan collapsed to the ground.

Matthew's teeth were chattering.

Ning Ruyu closed her eyes and muttered something under her breath, it was unclear whether she was praying or trying to encourage herself.

Yu Cheng clenched his fists, his body crackling with lightning.

Tang Ying slowly raised the Haotian Hammer.

Wuming squatted there, motionless, but the smile on his face deepened.

In the distance, at a higher place.

A mountain of corpses.

A throne.

A person.

He sat there, watching it all.

Watch these seven ants who have just entered the arena react to the first batch of monsters.

A very faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It still feels so familiar.

Still like this—

madness.

Still like this—

Pitiful.

[Live Streaming]

The entire Douluo Continent and the entire God Realm are watching these seven people.

Watching them being surrounded by monsters.

Looking at their terrified faces.

Look at them—

An impending death.

Or, a miracle.

.....

Within the dark red mist, countless scarlet eyes lit up.

Matthew's teeth were chattering, making a clicking sound.

His hands trembled so much he could barely hold onto his martial spirit.

The phantom of the Ironbacked Wolf appeared and disappeared behind him, but it could not be solidified at all.

"Ten...a dozen or so..." His voice sounded like it was being choked, "a dozen or so..."

Hu Yanzhan gripped the sword at his waist, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He had fought in the northern frontier for fifteen years, witnessing bandit charges and hordes of spirit beasts, but never like this before.

Surrounded by a group of completely unknown monsters, with no idea of ​​their attack methods, weaknesses, or what will happen next.

"Don't panic!" he roared, his voice echoing across the empty battlefield. "Back to back! Don't get separated!"

But it was too late.

Ximen Yan knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

He grew up bullying the weak in the fighting arena and had never truly faced death.

What did those scarlet eyes remind him of at that moment?

Does it remind you of nightmares you had as a child?

I remembered the look in the eyes of those he bullied before they died.

All he knew was that he wanted to go home.

He misses his father.

he thinks--

One of the horned demons stirred.

It was incredibly fast.

Its massive three-meter-tall body unleashed a speed completely disproportionate to its size.

Black claws tore through the air, striking straight at Ximen Yan, who was kneeling at the front.

"No--"

Ximen Yan's screams came to an abrupt halt.

The moment the claws struck, his body flew out like a rag doll, tumbling seven or eight times in the air before crashing heavily into a broken stone pillar.

blood.

Lots of blood.

His body slid down, leaving a shocking trail of blood.

The crimson eyes all turned to the remaining six people.

The first person eliminated.

Ximen Yan, deceased.

[Level 44 Soul Master, survival time: 47 seconds.]

On the live stream screen, Ximen Yan's name turned gray and then disappeared completely.

Star Luo Empire, Marquis of Anbei's Residence.

A heart-wrenching cry shattered the silence.

Marquis Anbei stood frozen in place.

He looked at the gray name in the sky, at his only son whom he had spoiled since childhood, at the face that used to fawn over him, now frozen in time on the live stream—distorted, terrified, and dying with his eyes wide open.

"Wild geese... wild geese..."

He knelt down.

Countless people throughout the Star Luo Empire were watching this scene.

Some remained silent, some sneered, and some thought to themselves—

Deserve it.

But for most people, it's fear.

Level 44 Soul Master.

Forty-seven seconds.

That's the cruelty of that world.

These are the rules.

The silence on the battlefield lasted only three seconds.

"run!!!"

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