That's absolutely outrageous.

Shen Qian even doubted how many people below the rank of king or noble could make him "break down"?

"I'm such a freak..."

He sighed before he passed through the portal and appeared on the vast battlefield of myriad races.

There was no movement behind him. Just as Shen Qian had expected, once he entered this battlefield of ten thousand races, even the high and mighty Giant Spirit God couldn't do anything to him.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something strange in his body. He looked down and frowned slightly.

The moment he passed through the portal, Shen Qian's arm itched. When he looked down, he saw a raised pattern clearly visible on his forearm.

It was the design of a token, which at first glance resembled the "Nine Heavens Token" somewhat, but its patterns were far more intricate.

The design on the token was glowing, standing out like a blazing flame in the dim light.

Moreover, Shen Qian discovered that he could not hide the diagram at all. As soon as he had such a thought, it was as if a very strong repulsive force arose in the world, trying to isolate him.

"Should its function be the same as the Nine Heavens Decree, or the Myriad Races Decree?"

He murmured before sinking down.

Although I didn't know the details, I had a general idea of ​​the rules of this battlefield of ten thousand races from Wu Ling's words.

Both are in the Nine Heavens and both have a ranking system, and it seems that the Myriad Races Token may be the core of the struggle.

Unlike the Nine Heavens Token, which is external, the Myriad Races Token is directly integrated into oneself.

Shen Qian's only question was, if that's the case, how could he plunder other people's Myriad Races Tokens?

But soon Shen Qian realized something, and as Tong Kong shrank back, he couldn't help but curse himself for being "stupid".

Since the Token of Ten Thousand Races has become one with me, is there any need to explain how to fight for it?

Only killing is the only answer.

Although he had guessed that the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races would be more brutal than the Battlefield of Nine Heavens, Shen Qian still grinned.

This is the real battlefield!

Putting aside his thoughts, he stood in front of the sinking structure in mid-air and only then had time to take a look at his surroundings.

The sky was a strange dark red, and he was standing on a canyon. For some reason, the terrain seemed somewhat familiar to Shen Qian.

That's normal, though, since the Nine Heavens Battlefield is an incomplete form of the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, and there will inevitably be overlaps in the terrain between the two sides.

Shen Qian's attention was quickly drawn to the rumbling sound coming from the canyon.

His gaze pierced through the mist, finally settling on the dozen or so people fighting fiercely in the canyon.

What a coincidence! There was actually a genius from the Giant Spirit Clan among them.

"Lao Tzu always keeps his word."

Shen Qian grinned, and with a swift movement, the Mountain and River Blade was already in his hand.

Now he's almost got all five divine gear pieces, but the only thing that makes Shen Qian a little dissatisfied is that his A-grade Mountain and River Blade is starting to "fall behind".

However, a good weapon is not just a matter of rank; it also has to be handy. There's no way to force it right now, so we can only make do with what we have.

Whoosh!

With the Mountain and River Blade in hand, Shen Qian's figure vanished from his original spot in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already hovering above the valley.

The intense killing intent that followed instantly sent chills down the spines of the dozen or so figures below.