Watching Wang Yan leave, Blackfoot burst into laughter and said, "Hahaha, you actually want to enter the tournant. I finally have my chance for revenge."
At this mont, Jing Bian walked up behind Blackfoot flatteringly and said, "Sir, I doubt he will actually enter the tournant."
Blackfoot shook his head and said, "He clearly took an oath just now."
Jing Bian replied, "Perhaps, you didn't catch his words clearly, Sir. He said that if he doesn't go, you'd have to acknowledge him as your ancestor. If he goes, then he's your ancestor. In other words, whether he goes or not, he's your ancestor."
Hearing Jing Bian's words, Blackfoot was montarily stunned, his face flushed red. He had been so pleased with himself earlier, but now he finally understood that Wang Yan had tricked him once again.
At this mont, Blackfoot heard the people around them start to chuckle discreetly.
Furious, Blackfoot whipped around and slapped Jing Bian hard across the face, sending him flying away.
Jing Bian fell to the ground, grimacing with pain, and covered his face, saying miserably, "Sir, I'm on your side."
Blackfoot angrily said, "In any case, you must figure out a way to make that Gambling King kid join the tournant tomorrow. If he doesn't, I'll have everyone beco your ancestor."
Jing Bian didn't actually know Blackfoot before. He ca close intending to flatter him, but instead of patting the horse, he ended up patting the horse's hoof.
Upon hearing Blackfoot's words, Jing Bian put on a mournful face, utterly dismayed.
Jing Bian thought in his heart: If the Gambling King listened to , would I have lost so many Black Dragon Orders?
The next morning.
The Demon Cultivators all over Mount Fuji were woken up by the noise outside and left their snow huts to see what was happening outdoors.
Once outside the snow huts, they saw the Third Hall Master leading hundreds of Demon Cultivators out from the Black Dragon Hall.
The Third Hall Master took out a Storage Bag and tossed it onto the ground.
Imdiately, from this Storage Bag fell tens of thousands of pieces of amber, which piled up on the ground like a small hill.
Inside these pieces of amber, there were Demon Souls sealed within, so red, so orange, so yellow, and even a few green ones.
Seeing this, the surrounding Demon Cultivators stared wide-eyed.
Even the demonic figures like Blackfoot and others couldn't conceal the greed in their faces.
This was tens of thousands of Demon Souls. Even those like Blackfoot had never seen so many Demon Souls at once.
Yet, Wang Yan remained indifferent, as the Demon Souls in his Starlight Ring eclipsed these in number.
The Third Hall Master glanced around and said, "Everyone take an amber, and then co register for the tournant."
Hearing this, the surrounding Demon Cultivators surged forward, and the Black Dragon Association mbers distributed them according to cultivation level.
Beings like Blackfoot received the green Demon Souls, while Demon Kings, Demon Masters, and Demon Warriors collected yellow, orange, and red Demon Souls as per their cultivation levels.
In no ti, most Demon Cultivators had received their Demon Souls.
For a mont, the top of Mount Fuji was filled with constant expressions of gratitude towards the Black Dragon Emperor and the three Hall Masters, with all the Demon Cultivators beaming with joy.
After obtaining the Demon Soul, Blackfoot stood to the side, eyeing Wang Yan from afar.
Jing Bian, who had been following behind Blackfoot, seized the mont to brown-nose and said, "Sir, you should sign up for the tournant now."
Blackfoot snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, I want to see what kind of Demon Soul that boy receives."
In Blackfoot's heart, there was always so suspicion about Wang Yan.
Though Wang Yan seed to have weak cultivation on the surface, Blackfoot had a gut feeling that Wang Yan wasn't as simple as he appeared.
Therefore, he had to see with his own eyes what kind of Demon Soul Wang Yan received.
After all, when it ca to such coveted Demon Souls, no one would miss the opportunity easily.
If Wang Yan was rely pretending to be a Demon Warrior, he would inevitably reveal his true cultivation this ti.
Under Blackfoot's watchful gaze, Wang Yan slowly approached and actually picked up a red Demon Soul.
Seeing this, Blackfoot couldn't help but frown.
Jing Bian, who was closely observing Blackfoot's reaction, quickly understood his concerns and hurriedly said, "Sir, don't worry. That boy is definitely of Demon Warrior level. If he dares to enter the tournant, I will handle him."
Hearing this, Blackfoot turned and glared at Jing Bian, "Alright, you must get him to sign up later."
Upon hearing this, Jing Bian widened his eyes and said miserably, "But, Sir, there's no way he would listen to ."
Blackfoot coldly said, "Find a way. You know what will happen if you don't."
With that, Blackfoot turned and headed toward the tournant registration area.
As Blackfoot left, several of his Demon King subordinates followed, leaving Jing Bian standing there, almost in tears.
In a corner of Mount Fuji, there was an Ice Peak standing several stories high, with one of its sides smooth as a mirror.
The tournant registration took place under this Ice Peak.
Every Demon Cultivator who registered handed over their Black Dragon Order, had their na engraved on it, and it was hung on the Ice Peak.
In no ti, there were over seventy Black Dragon Orders hanging on the Ice Peak.
The Black Dragon Orders were sorted by cultivation level.
At the top were Blackfoot and four other Demon Emperors, followed by over twenty Demon Emperors and over fifty Demon Kings.
Nearly eighty Black Dragon Orders hung neatly on the Ice Peak.
However, after glancing at the Black Dragon Orders, the Demon Cultivators lost interest and quickly moved on.
All eyes were on Wang Yan, curious to see if he would really register.
Though Wang Yan's vow yesterday had ridiculed Blackfoot, the Demon Cultivators were eager to see if he dared to enter the tournant.
Would Wang Yan register and beco Blackfoot's ancestor, or not register and make Blackfoot acknowledge him as an ancestor?
For a while, all the Demon Cultivators on Mount Fuji stood there, eyes fixed on Wang Yan.
"I think this youngster will go."
"He certainly wouldn't dare. As a simple Demon Warrior, entering the tournant is certain death. I bet he won't dare."
"I think he'll go."
"He won't dare."
"I bet he won't go."
"I'll bet he dares."
With that, several Demon Cultivators started arguing.
Amid the arguing, a voice suddenly said nearby, "Are you gambling again? If it's a bet, how can you exclude , the Gambling King? How about I take the bank?"
Upon hearing this voice, all the Demon Cultivators turned to look, and saw Wang Yan standing there, wearing a faint smile.
"Are you betting on whether I dare to enter the tournant?"
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