What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Four figures stepped out of the distorted space and floated in mid-air.

Wei Peng, the prefect of Shangjing Prefecture; Yun Shixian, the principal of Shangjing Martial Arts University; Xiao Qiong, the prefect of Cangyun Prefecture; and Li Shanshan, the president of the Human Race Martial Arts University Federation.

Two are at the Dao Integration Realm, one at the Dao Fusion Realm, and one at the Qiankun Realm.

The four people stood in mid-air, making no movement, simply standing there quietly.

Four profound and abyss-like, almost tangible, pressures spread silently from the podium outwards.

An aura of power swept across the stands.

The 100,000 angry spectators suddenly felt a tightness in their chests, as if an invisible boulder had been placed on them.

The man in the baseball cap who was just yelling and cursing had his mouth wide open, but the sound was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single syllable.

The bustling meeting room was suddenly muted.

The murmurs and shouts quickly subsided until they disappeared completely.

The appearance of four top-tier human warriors immediately shocked the entire audience.

All eyes were on them.

The audience knew that the official explanation they had been waiting for had finally arrived!

Wei Peng stepped forward.

He was still wearing his stand-up collar uniform, his silver hair was neatly combed, and he looked down at the 100,000 spectators below as he slowly began to speak.

"There were some unexpected events in this youth martial arts competition."

Wei Peng's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"But overall, it was a complete success."

The words fell.

The silent meeting room paused for two seconds, then erupted in chaos again.

"What did Lord Wei Peng say? A complete success?"

"Did I hear that right?"

The man in the baseball cap picked at his ear and turned to look at the man in the short-sleeved shirt next to him.

The man in the short shirt stared wide-eyed, his face full of disbelief.

Behind the stands, an impatient martial artist stood up on a chair, his face flushed, and roared:

"Over five hundred elite students from our twelve prefectures died in the battlefield of the heavens! You call that a success?!"

"So you're not even going to act anymore?!"

An uncontrollable commotion erupted from the crowd.

If it weren't Wei Peng, a cultivator at the Dao Integration Realm, who said these words, or the highly respected Lord of Shangjing Prefecture, the venue would definitely be filled with rotten eggs and mineral water bottles flying everywhere.

Zhou Bin, standing in the center of the arena, suddenly frowned.

What's going on?

Zhou Bin suppressed the grief on his face, looked up at the four people in mid-air.

Wei Peng, Yun Shixian, Xiao Qiong, Li Shanshan.

Any one of these four people is a well-known figure in their region.

Zhou Bin instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

He didn't believe that these big shots in mid-air would be so bored as to come out and make such a shameless joke in front of 100,000 spectators from the entire human race.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Zhou Bin's heart was racing.

He suddenly had a premonition that his decision to step forward today and stir up public opinion to establish a pension fund was not a good choice.

midair.

Wei Peng frowned slightly as he looked at the audience below, which was once again erupting in cheers.

"quiet."

He uttered two words.

Wei Peng's voice, mixed with the Yuan Power of the Dao Integration Realm, transformed into rolling thunder, exploding loudly in everyone's ears.

The 100,000 spectators felt a sharp pain in their eardrums and a buzzing sound in their heads.

The room immediately fell silent.

"Please take a look at the situation regarding the hunting competition."

Wei Peng raised his right hand, pointing his index finger towards the sky above the venue.

More than a hundred holographic projection screens suspended below the dome began to move.

The screens are brought close together and spliced ​​together.

A dozen or so small screens were pieced together to form a giant holographic screen that was hundreds of meters long and tens of meters wide.

The black screen flickered twice.

The screen appears.

The camera cuts directly to the B-level area of ​​the Battlefield of the Heavens.

A gloomy sky and dark brown weathered stone forest.

The ground was filled with a dark gray aura.

The screen flickered rapidly.

In the sky, several large, winged creatures of the Thornfeather race flew past the camera.

On the ground, dozens of Fallen Knights riding skeletal warhorses charged forward, lances raised.

Countless bloodweb spiders crawled densely among the rocks.

Various alien races from the Flying Realm flashed across the screen in turn.

The audience in the venue held their breath, watching this oppressive and terrifying scene.

The scene shifts again.

The camera focuses on a wide canyon.

"roar--!"

A deafening roar came from the screen.

A gigantic, ape-like alien creature, over four meters tall, stood in the center of the canyon.

Its body is covered with grayish-white fur, and its thick arms are like two stone pillars.

The most striking feature is its chest, which has several black stripes with twisted and intertwined patterns, resembling a hideous ghost face.

Someone in the audience immediately gasped in surprise.

"Ghost Mandrill!"

"Judging by its size and fur color, it's at least a high-level Night Demon at the third to fifth level of the Flying Realm!"

This is a high-level alien race with immense strength and terrifying physical defense.

On the screen, hundreds of Wuhan University students dressed in various school uniforms surrounded the demonic night demon.

"Aren't those Fan Rui and the people from Wuyue Martial Arts University?"

The man in the short shirt pointed at a young man holding a long sword on the left side of the screen and shouted.

"And there's Qingshan from Xiling Wuhan University!"

"That guy carrying the knife is Zhao Feng from Qinglan Martial Arts University!"

The man in the baseball cap also recognized the person in the picture.

"Are they crazy?!"

The retired veteran stared wide-eyed, gripping the back of the seat in front of him tightly with both hands.

"A group of students at the Thousand-Pound Realm dare to provoke Ghost Night Demon, a mid-stage Flying Heaven Realm cultivator?!"

The battle erupts on the screen.

The view on the screen is from above.

Hundreds of students charged straight at the demon.

Like a tidal wave, there was no formation or coordination whatsoever.

The battle was fierce.

A male student from Nanjiang Martial Arts University thrust a long spear into the abdomen of the Ghost Night Demon.

The moment the spear tip touched the grayish-white fur, Oni Yakyu slapped it down with his other hand.

"Bang!"

The boy, along with his gun, was thrown more than ten meters away, crashing into a rock. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his sternum was shattered, and he collapsed to the ground severely injured.

But the students behind him didn't stop at all, continuing to rush forward through the bloodstains on the ground.

Many students at the Thousand-Pound Realm have to pay the price of having several ribs broken by a single punch just to make a shallow cut on the Ghost Night Demon's leg.

The camera zoomed in for a close-up.

Fan Rui from Wuyue Martial Arts University leaped into the air. He gripped his sword with both hands, channeling his Yuan energy into the blade, and thrust it towards Gui Yexiao's brow.

The demon raised its thick left arm and held it in front of it.

The longsword pierced the grayish-white hair, leaving a bloody mark.

The demon's left arm was only pierced by a thin layer of skin.

Its scarlet eyes stared at Fan Rui in mid-air, and its right hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Fan Rui's right wrist, which was holding a sword.

The demon clenched its five fingers.

"Click."

The sound of a wrist bone shattering came from the screen.

The demon's thick arm pulled outward forcefully.

Flesh and blood torn apart.

Fan Rui's entire right arm was forcibly torn off from his shoulder!

Blood gushed out like a waterfall.

Fan Rui screamed, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground from mid-air.

In the audience, many people closed their eyes and gasped in horror.

The scene shifts again, revealing another close-up.

The mountain of Xiling Wuda roared angrily.

His skin turned grayish-brown, and the rock-like patterns rose up, indicating that he had awakened his Rock Demon bloodline.

He strode forward, swung his giant fist, and clashed head-on with the demon.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The man and the beast fought back and forth several times.

A hint of impatience flashed in Gui Yexiao's eyes. He dodged Qingshan's heavy punch by turning to the side, raised his right leg, and kicked Qingshan hard in the chest.

A tremendous force erupted.

The rock armor on the surface of Qingshan shattered inch by inch.

His entire chest collapsed inward, forming a horrifying indentation.

Qingshan fell backward, a large amount of internal organs spilling from his mouth; his fate was unknown.

The battle continues.

The students charged forward, stepping over their comrades' bodies, and continuously thrusting weapons into the body of the demon demon.

Finally, after paying the price of dozens of people being seriously injured and losing limbs, the Ghost Night Demon, at the fourth level of the Flying Realm, let out a mournful howl of unwillingness, and its massive body crashed to the ground, dying completely.

The students on the screen slumped in pools of blood, gasping for breath.

Inside the venue, the 100,000 audience members were completely silent.

Depressing, tragic.

"What are they after?"

The man in the baseball cap looked at Fan Rui's severed arm and Qing Shan's caved-in chest on the screen, his voice trembling.

"To suffer such heavy casualties for a mere Flying Realm alien race—isn't this just sending them to their deaths?"