Emperor Sovereign Martial Soul

1Following that, everyone went up on stage to draw lots, and the host Wan Xiang Lu didn't say anything more. The scene was orderly and orderly.    

    

Wu Hao sat on his seat motionlessly as he waited for the crowd to collect their jade straws before slowly rising to his feet.    

    

And after experiencing such a wait just now, he roughly knew how many forces of the last tier participated in this Hundred Sects Alliance competition.    

    

How is this a Hundred Sects Alliance, refining a Thousand Sect is not limited to just that!    

    

Just the number of powerhouses in the last tier that came on stage to draw lots was already in the thousands. It could be imagined just how many sects there were in Fine Martial Continent.    

    

There were countless sects there!    

    

Furthermore, although the Tianwu Dynasty was strong at the moment, she had never experienced the Hundred Sects Alliance before. Therefore, the Tianwu Dynasty was one of the last few, and the only way to gain the recognition of all the powers was to rush up.    

    

Therefore, in the eyes of many people, the Hundred Sects Alliance was actually very important.    

    

The rewards for being in the top five were actually small matters. If the sect was promoted, it would be of great help to their future development and inheritance.    

    

In the end, Wu Hao went on stage and drew number eighteen jade sticks. He roughly estimated the amount of time needed for every match, and the eighteenth round would probably be completed that afternoon.    

    

As a result, the long wait was saved.    

    

Wu Hao was willing to do this, so after drawing the jade lot, he returned to his original seat and closed his eyes to rest.    

    

The following match between small characters on stage was like a fight between hooligans. It was hard for people to bear to watch.    

    

Wu Hao didn't even bother to take a glance. Even if he was sitting right next to Zhuang Liandie, whose expression remained cold, he disdained to take a glance.    

    

Although it was her first time participating in such a big event, she had the demeanor of an expert. Otherwise, others would laugh at her.    

    

The gangster battle continued. After going up, the first thing they did was speak harshly, and many people secretly shook their heads when they heard this.    

    

Cultivating, he had already gone into the womb of the Cultivator's Association.    

    

How could he become the head of a sect without even basic martial arts ethics? How could he become stronger?    

    

During the competition, Wu Hao would normally only think that it was a quarter-hour, and in the seventeen matches, it would at most take four hours.    

    

The eighteenth match was about to begin.    

    

"Congratulations to this fellow daoist for his victory and for successfully advancing to the next round. Please go over to the other side to draw the next round's jade lots!" As the seventeenth battle came to an end, the host, Wan Xiang Lu, stepped onto the stage and announced the results.    

    

That person's face was filled with happiness, he excitedly pulled out the next round's jade lots, and then left the stage, while the losers dejectedly left.    

    

"Next, all dao friends who have drawn the number eighteen jade lot, please come up onto the stage for your match …"    

    

Once these words were spoken, the various factions under the stage became restless. One after another, high-spirited experts slowly ascended the stage under the protection of their subordinates.    

    

However, very quickly, their smiles and high-spirited expressions froze when they saw their opponent Wu Hao stand up and slowly ascend the stage.    

    

Wu Hao was one of the two Ultimate Experts of the Tianwu Dynasty. They had been paying attention to him for a long time, and their fear of him was especially deep.    

    

That was a supreme expert of the Nine Tribulations!    

    

How should he fight?    

    

In other words, even if they could beat him, they wouldn't dare to offend him!    

    

After all, the power of the Tianwu Dynasty was there, regardless of whether it was the various cultivation resources or the Teleportation Array, they were all there for daily use.    

    

It could be said that many times, the powers that they belonged to would have to fawn over each other's resources.    

    

How could they afford to offend him?    

    

The words seemed to have been said too far. Don't talk about offending them now, because they had no chance.    

    

The highest cultivation levels of a power at the end of the line, was merely at Infant movement. They could only look up to Nine Tribulations.    

    

The nine of them stood on the stage, looking down at the calm Wu Hao who was slowly ascending the stage, they looked at each other in dismay.    

    

Then, the moment Wu Hao completely ascended the Dao Altar, one of the nine girls immediately cupped her fists and bowed to him.