Weapon Master

Of course, it would be even better if he could succeed.

More and more figures passed the inspection at the entrance and entered the plaza. About two hours later, a sea of people already filled the plaza.

The area that had been surrounded was now completely filled.

"Wuuuuuu ~ ~ ~"

The next moment, the entire plaza turned silent. The previous clamoring sounds had actually disappeared in an instant, as everyone turned their gazes towards the north side of the plaza.

In that region, there were nine seats on the stairs, each of the hundred princes had nine.

Behind each prince, there were many figures standing. These were their servants. According to the rules, a prince could only bring ten retainers with him at most.

There, Tang Huan easily captured the figures of the Nine Spirits and the Kui Cow.

Compared to the undead spirits and the nether beasts, both the Nine Spirits and the Kui Cow were very eye-catching. After all, one of them was covered in the nine colors of the multicolored light, while the other\'s body was extremely huge. In the midst of a large group of sparkling dead spirits, they stood out like a crane among a flock of chickens.

"Phew!" "Hu!"

An inaudible whistling sound suddenly rang out, and two balls of Pang Shuo\'s black aura appeared out of nowhere in front of the chair on the stairs. In the next moment, under countless gazes, the two black masses of Qi transformed into two afterimages that were tens of meters tall, and the terrifying aura instantly filled up the entire world.

Tang Huan\'s mind moved, just like the dead spirits around him, her eyes revealed respect.

Those two figures were obviously the Elders that presided over the "Royal Spirit Ceremony". However, the two figures that appeared here were definitely not the real bodies of the two Elders. Of course, even if it wasn\'t the real body, its strength was still extremely terrifying. Even the strongest prince was not a match for them.

"Everyone!"

The undead elder on the left suddenly said. His voice was not as sharp as the other undead\'s, but it was rather rough. He didn\'t go on and on with his speech, but announced very briefly, "The \'Royal Spirit Ceremony\' is now open, and the next step is to select ten new princes."

"The selection method is the same as before."

"In the first round of selection, Elder Kang Tai will use the unique method of our Death Spirit Clan, the \'Yama Heart\'s Eye\'. After fifteen minutes, if you can still stand, then you can be considered to have passed. You can enter the second round of selection below, otherwise, you will be eliminated."

"Please, Elder Kang Tai!"

The moment he finished speaking, the Death Spirit Elder named Kang Tai took a step forward, "Everyone, please be prepared … "Begin!"

The moment the last rune rang out, a thick blood-colored aura surged out from Kang Tai\'s body, rapidly condensing in the air. After a flick of his finger, a huge eye was formed, seeming to be dyed with fresh blood, occupying a radius of several hundred meters.

The moment the blood-red eyes appeared, a terrifying baleful aura frantically filled the air. In an instant, it engulfed the entire plaza\'s exterior.

"This is a soul attack technique."

Tang Huan\'s attention was subconsciously attracted by the bloody eyes high up in the sky. Having absorbed the memories of the dead, he naturally knew what the so-called "Yama Heart\'s Pupil" was.

This method required an undead spirit that surpassed rank 21 to start cultivating. Once used, it would instantly cause the opponent to feel as if they had fallen into hell. If the soul was slightly weaker, it would immediately be corroded by the powerful baleful qi.

Of course, Kang Tai, that Death Spirit Elder, was not going to go all out when he used the "Yama\'s Blood Pupil" to select the prince. There should be quite a few who will be able to last fifteen minutes and make it into the second selection. Tang Huan laughed in her heart, she calmed down and started to size up Pang Shuo\'s eyes.

Tang Huan knew how to use soul attacks.

However, after transcending heavenly tribulation, Tang Huan rarely used it, and those methods compared to the "Yama\'s Blood Pupil", were still far off. Thinking back to the information regarding "Yan Luo\'s Blood Pupil", Tang Huan suddenly realized that even if she wasn\'t a real undead, he could probably still use this method.

Just as Tang Huan was thinking, high up in the sky, that huge blood red eye seemed to suddenly come to life.

Numerous substance-like blood-red eyes shot out from those pupils, completely enveloping the vast area that had been encircled.

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

"..."

In the next moment, many figures collapsed onto the ground, no longer moving. On their faces, traces of extreme shock could still be seen.

As time passed, more and more figures fell to the ground.

Regarding this, the undeads surrounding the plaza were already used to it. Every time the "Royal Spirit Ceremony" was held, at least eighty to ninety percent of the creatures would be eliminated in the first round.

"The competition for the \'Royal Spirit Ceremony\' is just too intense. Only 10 out of the 200,000 people that signed up for it."

"Luckily I didn\'t register, otherwise I would have already fallen." I wonder if those lucky fellows will be able to become the new prince? "

"It doesn\'t matter who becomes the new prince. I just want to see, amongst those 100 princes, which one of them will be eliminated?"

"..."

The dead spirits were calm and unperturbed as they muttered to each other.

Above the stairs in the northern part of the plaza, the two gazes of the nine spirits had already penetrated through the distant sky and landed on Tang Huan\'s body. He, who was originally full of confidence in Tang Huan, couldn\'t help but start to worry at this time. It seemed that the number of experts participating in the "Royal Spirit Ceremony" this time was more than the last time.

Tang Huan was wearing the robe of an undead, her hands and feet tied, and she might not be able to win against those undead warriors.

Of course, Jiu Ling was worried about the second round of selection. As far as he was concerned, there was no suspense about the first round of selection.

No matter how many creatures still stood on the plaza after fifteen minutes, Tang Huan was undoubtedly one of them. Before going through the tribulation, she had followed Tang Huan around for a long time. It could be said that he had a deep understanding of the strength of Tang Huan\'s soul. In terms of fighting capabilities, Tang Huan in her current form might not be able to compare to the other dead spirits, but in terms of soul, out of the many living beings participating in the ceremony, there were few who could surpass him.

"Jiu Ling, among those fellows participating in the grand ceremony, is there anyone who is familiar with you?" One of the Death Spirit Princes noticed Nine Spirits\' gaze and asked in surprise.

"One of my servants participated in this year\'s\' Royal Spirit Ceremony \'." Jiu Ling smiled calmly.

"Your... "Servant?" The Death Spirit Prince exclaimed in surprise, thinking that he had misheard, "Your servant?" His tone uncontrollably rose a lot.

"Of course."

"..."