Bloodline of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races

The Void Ocean Arena was made of a unique and extremely tough material. It was also enveloped in a massive array that even Great Origin Core Realm Sovereign Lords couldn’t break easily.

There were several guards outside the entrance.

“Fifty Primal Crystal Stones for each person.”

The entrance fee was enough to make some cultivators go bankrupt.

Zhao Feng and company all had a Void Ocean Token, which contained an enormous amount of Primal Crystal Stones that could be deducted.

The tour guide Xiao Ma was also deducted some Primal Crystal Stones.

“That brat’s already won 29 battles, continue to waste his energy.”

“The ratio’s now one to twenty-five.”

“Ai, my five hundred high-grade Primal Crystal Stones!”

Cheers and cries sounded in the arena.

There was a total of eight arenas, and most of the people were gathered at the eastern arena.

“So, he’s the genius of the True Martial Sacred Land?”