"Next, here are the top three contestants!"

"Third place, Yain Xue, rewarded with ten thousand upper grade Blood Crystals."

"Second place, Yee Xue (which is Mu Qianxue and Yee Yi combined, thus called Yee Xue), rewarded with fifty thousand upper grade Blood Crystals."

"First place, Long Fei, is rewarded with a hundred thousand upper grade Blood Crystals!"

Demon King Mo Bing personally handed out the rewards. When he reached Ling Feng, Demon King Mo Bing even whispered, "Kid, are you interested in joining our Black Dragon Hall? With your aptitude and talent, it's undoubtedly possible for you to become a direct disciple of our Lord Black Dragon Envoy."

Ling Feng smiled and said, "Let's wait until the third round of the assessment is complete and follow the rules."

In fact, it didn't matter to Ling Feng which hall he joined, as he wasn't really here to become a disciple. He just wanted to infiltrate the Dark Dragon Palace and reveal the truth about Qiongqi Demon Emperor's death to Emperor Dark Dragon.

He just needed one opportunity to talk to the Demon Emperor!

"Alright, those of you who didn't make it into the top four hundred can leave now."

Demon King Mo Bing issued an eviction order to the losers. The Dark Dragon Palace only needed the best, and those eliminated had no right to stay.

"The final round is the practical assessment. First, pick a number, and I will introduce the detailed rules later."

Demon King Mo Bing gestured, and a disciple of the Dark Dragon Palace came forward carrying a large box. The box had only a fist-sized hole at the top, through which one could reach in to draw tags.

"There are four hundred tags inside, each with a number on it. Remember, once you've drawn a tag, it cannot be changed, nor exchanged in private. Anyone who disobeys will be killed without mercy!"

Demon King Mo Bing coldly said, "You are now considered disciples of the Dark Dragon Palace. The most important thing here is absolute obedience. Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

Everyone shouted in unison. Of course, these so-called rules are flexible. In other words, the bigger fist is the truth. If one day your superior is no longer a match for you, you become the truth, and naturally, you become the one giving orders.

In a place like the Demon Sacred Land of Dark Dragon Palace, the survival of the fittest is vividly demonstrated.

Soon, Ling Feng and Mu Qianxue both picked their tags, with Ling Feng's tag having the number "one."

"Brother Long, I'm two, I'm number two!"

Mu Qianxue squinted her eyes and looked sweetly at Ling Feng.

"Mm, you're two."

Ling Feng smiled nonchalantly, causing Mu Qianxue to pout, and Ling Feng could only smile faintly and say, "I'm one."

"What a coincidence, Long Fei!"

Just then, a peculiar voice with a strange undertone came from behind, sounding as if it had crawled out from the depths of Netherworld Hell, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

"I, the Young Master, am also one. It seems your luck has run out!"

Ling Feng didn't need to turn around to know it was definitely that guy Yain Xue.

"Heh, in the third round, I'll make sure you lose disgracefully!" Yain Xue finished, letting out a cold snort and walked away arrogantly.

"What an idiot,"

Ling Feng chuckled disdainfully. Although he wouldn't kill him outright in front of everyone, at the very least, he should fulfill his "Uncle" responsibilities and teach this junior a lesson.

"Alright, has everyone drawn their tags?"

Demon King Mo Bing glanced around and, seeing no objections, said, "Now, follow me to the Martial Arts Arena on the outskirts of the Dark Dragon Palace."

Under the lead of Demon King Mo Bing, the four hundred contestants who passed the second round of the assessment arrived at a valley with eight massive arenas. The edges of the arenas were carved with countless Dragon Patterns.

On the mountain peaks on both sides of the valley, there were many powerful auras. It's evident that these were disciples from the Eight Great Dragon Halls, coming to watch the spectacle. Of course, among them might be some even more distinguished Demon Kings or Demon Emperors, observing to see if there were any suitable candidates to take as disciples.

With so many strong beings gathered, even from a distance, Ling Feng could feel an oppressive aura pressing against his chest. Ling Feng even suspected that among these people, it was very likely that the eight legendary Dark Dragon Envoys were present.

After all, the top eight of this assessment would become the direct disciples of the eight Dark Dragon Envoys.

"Welcome, Lord Dark Dragon Envoy!"

At this moment, Demon King Mo Bing shouted towards the sky, and the next moment, eight brilliant beams of light shot into the sky. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple, and black. The eight-colored lights formed into eight Essence Energy Dragons that danced through the air.

The eight dragons flew together, and the next moment, they landed steadily on the arenas.

Though these individuals wore different attire, they all had a cloak with a Dark Dragon pattern on it, and the colors corresponded to their respective Dragon Halls.

The eight stood firmly on the arena in the positions of the Eight Trigrams Array.

These eight people varied in age and gender, but their common trait was their sheer strength!

The aura they emitted made Ling Feng almost unable to breathe, as they were undoubtedly existences above ordinary Demon Emperors.

Perhaps they were slightly weaker than the Eight Great Demon Emperors of the Southern Border Demon Domain, but without a doubt, they all had the best chance to become the next Demon Emperor and were among the small group at the pinnacle of the Southern Border Demon Domain.

Ling Feng couldn't help but marvel at the foundation of the Demon Clan. The Demon Emperors and Demon Kings he saw today far outnumbered all the Human Emperors and Kings he had seen before!

"Greetings, Lord Dark Dragon Envoy!"

Demon King Mo Bing raised both hands high, respectfully kneeling to the ground with a devout expression, performing a standard prostration.

"Greetings, Lord Dark Dragon Envoy!"

All the other demons, including those contestants participating in the assessment, hurriedly bowed down.

The saying "the gun hits the bird that sticks out" applied, and Ling Feng, unwilling to stand out, quickly pulled Yee Xue to half-kneel, lowering his head and not daring to look directly into the eyes of the Dark Dragon Envoys.

"Lord Dark Dragon Envoy, my subordinates have brought the top four hundred contestants for the final practical assessment," Demon King Mo Bing respectfully said.

"Mm."

One of the Dark Dragon Envoys in a black cloak slightly raised a hand and said indifferently, "Stand up, we eight Dark Dragon Envoys are only here to take in direct disciples. As for the others, allocate them according to the usual rules."

Having said that, the eight Dark Dragon Envoys leaped up onto a high platform, where there were nine lavish chairs, with the central chair left empty. It was the throne of Emperor Dark Dragon, and although Emperor Dark Dragon was not personally present, the ceremony couldn't be disregarded.

Demon King Mo Bing bowed to the eight and then turned back, shouting to the eight hundred contestants, "The rules for the third round are simple. There are eight arenas above, corresponding to the numbers you drew. Each arena will have fifty people fighting it out until only one remains!"

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