Although there are many powerful people in the heavenly realm gathered here, looking at the total number of people in the entire heavens, the people here are not even one of the billions of people in the entire heavens.

Under the leadership of the soldiers in golden armor, everyone came to the center of the world. Tens of thousands of huge arenas appeared in everyone's sight. And around these tens of thousands of arenas, there were ring-shaped seats, one after another.

A circle, high into the clouds.

Because of Buddhism, Wang Feng and his party were arranged in the seats on the top floor.

Despite the large number of people, there was no noise at all. Everyone took their seats in an orderly manner, which can be said to be extremely cautious.

After everyone was seated, a burly man wearing dark gold armor and a gold mask appeared on the main stage in the center. He did not exude any aura, but standing there, he seemed to be

Like a mountain, unattainable.

"The eighth realm of heaven!"

Wang Feng's heart moved, and his eyes narrowed. He was just the host of the preliminary competition, but he sent an extremely powerful person from the eighth realm of heaven?

"I, Qi Chen, the Protector of the Ziwei Temple, have been commissioned to preside over the preliminary selection for the Prodigy Battle."

"Ten minutes later, the preliminary selection for the Prodigy Battle will begin. You will follow the number plates that will be distributed and the corresponding challenges on the screen and go to the arena where you are to fight."

A hearty voice echoed throughout the space. One after another, the golden-armored soldiers held number plates and quickly distributed them on the ring seats. In just a few minutes, all the talented contestants had already received their number plates.

Immediately afterwards, a huge light curtain appeared above the arena, and dense battle information appeared on the light curtain.

"Arena No. 1: No. 10 versus No. 30; Arena No. 2: No. 1 versus No. 9; Arena No. 3...!"

Wang Feng looked at the number plate in his hand, which showed the number nine hundred and ninety-nine, which was a good number. Then, Wang Feng looked at the light screen with the battle information floating on it, and found his own battle information from it.

"No. 700 Arena: No. 999 vs. No. 1,030!"

Soon, the battle time came, and Wang Feng slowly walked towards the No. 700 arena in the sight of Guan Zizai and others.

It is worth mentioning that Wu Nian, many Buddhist geniuses, and Meng Die all received number plates that were over 10,000, so they did not need to play in the first round.

Arriving at Arena No. 700, a young man with a handsome face was already standing here. With just one glance, Wang Feng could tell that this man was at the peak of the second level of Heavenly Dao.

Such a level of cultivation would be considered a peerless talent in all the heavens, but here, it is nothing more than a stepping stone.

"Your Majesty Solomon Wei Changjiang, I have met Taoist fellow Taoist!"

"I know that I am no match for fellow Taoist. I wonder if I can get to know you?"
Chapter completed!