The Battle of the Hundred Nations had a strict age restriction, and those over twenty-five weren’t eligible to participate.1

Some people had attempted to mask their age in the past, but they were all killed and eliminated from the competition.1

Liu Wuxie nodded and vanished into the Dragon Battlefield. The moment he stepped in, an ancient and desolate aura swept toward him, and it felt like he had returned to the ancient battlefield.0

“Let’s hope that this year won’t be a disappointment!” Song Junbao smiled and closed his eyes.2

The ten envoys sat on the monuments to wait for seven days to pass.0

Fan Zhen and others weren’t idle either, as they had seven days to build an arena to determine the top hundred ranks. 2

After entering the Dragon Battlefield, Liu Wuxie wasn’t in a hurry because he had seven days. He spent some time to familiarize himself with the surroundings. Everyone had the map to the Dragon Battlefield, and the appearance of the dragon aura was random. No one knew when the dragon aura would appear because it was by luck.0

The five thousand participants had disappeared, some forming groups while some moved alone. The few women chose to form a group with Mo Chong and others.0

After walking for...0