Countless footsteps, violently stepping on the steps, shaking the earth and shaking the surroundings!
The emperor's platform is a relic from ancient times and is extremely strong. It is said that even the emperor cannot break it.
Now, being trampled on by five thousand people...
Of course, it can’t be stepped on!
However, the combined force of five thousand people is enough to cause the entire emperor's stage to shake violently, which is shocking enough!
"What do they want to do?"
"You don't have to ask, I must be trying to knock the Emperor's throne to pieces!"
"That's nonsense. If they have the power to knock down the Emperor's Tower, then they can knock down the sky."
"Five thousand people came on stage together, and the momentum was overwhelming. The hundreds of people in front of us were really weak."
"Once upon a time, there were never so many people on the throne. Today is really an eye-opener."
"That's right. In the past, the largest number of candidates for the Emperor Miao Marquis to ascend to the throne was only a thousand people. Today, there are more than five thousand people. It really broke the record five times!"
"The most outrageous thing is that these five thousand people are in the same group. They should come from the same force. It is really conceivable how abnormal the strength of this force is."
"Indeed, among all the major forces in Central Continent, no major force can send a hundred candidates for Emperor Miao. Even the strongest Xuantian Sect cannot send so many people."
"I'm very curious, what kind of force is this force that sent out five thousand Emperor Miao Marquis candidates?"
"I heard it's a small area in the south called Tianhuang Academy!"
"Oh, this unknown Tianhuang Academy has become a blockbuster from now on!"
The millions of high-level warriors at the scene were all dumbfounded and shocked by the momentum of the fanatical legion. All kinds of discussions were flying in the large square.
"Press hard, harder, harder!"
Feilong yelled and commanded the entire army of 5,000 people to stampede on the steps, trying to crush the emperor's platform.
"The fat dragon is going to collapse the emperor's throne, do you want to stop him?"
Mingyue was a little worried and asked Lu Chen.
"If it doesn't collapse, let it go!"
Lu Chen turned around and glanced at Fei Long behind him, and then said, "After this coward became a true king, his head became swollen and he wanted to find something to vent his anger on."
"However, Feilong is too high-profile, which is not good."
Mingyue said.
"As long as he keeps a low profile, it's fine. If he keeps a low profile, he'll be intimidated and there's no way he can be saved."
Lu Chen laughed and also amused the four beauties around him.
That's right, four!
Mingyue, Xiao Wan, Lingwa and Lingshi were all walking beside him.
Ling Shi was originally going to be with the other nine maids, but Ling Wa didn't know why and specially called her over.
And everyone else followed the fat dragon and followed the fat dragon to shake the sky.
Soon, Lu Chen and his party climbed halfway up the steps and began to meet some of the Di Miao candidates who had stopped there.
After arriving here, everyone began to feel the pressure!
An invisible pressure from the throne!
If you are not talented enough, you will be affected by the pressure of the emperor and struggle!
The higher you climb, the greater the pressure becomes, and the footsteps of the five thousand legion soldiers become quieter.
"What's going on?"
Feilong frowned and shouted, "It's just a little pressure, but it won't be able to crush our fanatical army!"
"Fei Long, there are people who are less talented and are under too much pressure. Don't force them. Let them concentrate on climbing the stairs, so that they can climb higher."
Shangguan Jin said.
"Nonsense, most of the people in our legion are not very talented, including me!"
But Feilong stared and said, "If we look at talent, there are many people who can't walk before the tenth step."
"That……"
Shangguan Jin was stunned and speechless to refute.
Because Fei Long was telling the truth, he felt the pressure the moment he took his first step on the throne.
But his talent is very high, so the pressure is nothing, but the same cannot be said for the rest of the legion.
If we were to climb the ladder based on talent, at least half of the legions would have stopped early and would not have been able to climb as far as they are now!
"We are just a group of unexpected children. Even if we all light up our nine-star talents, we will all reach the top of the imperial stage!" Fei Long Fei waved his hand and shouted arrogantly at the five thousand legion soldiers behind him, "No matter how great the pressure is,
Our footsteps must not stop. We must not only shake the emperor's stage, but also shake people's hearts. We must let the true kings below know that,
Our fanatic army will reach the top with great momentum!"
"yes!"
Five thousand legion soldiers responded in unison, and then no matter how great the pressure was, they still stepped on the steps with all their strength, and continued to shake the emperor's stage with a ping-pong sound.
Under the emperor's stage, in the judging booth, the true kings stared at the fanatical legions who continued to step on the steps, and were extremely surprised.
"What do these guys want?"
Even King Dou couldn't help but ask questions.
"Obviously, they want to climb all the way up the stairs and reach the top with indomitable spirit!"
King Jia sighed.
"The talents of these idiots are not very good. They can reach the halfway point, but they have some shitty luck?"
Dou Wang snorted and said disdainfully, "Still want to reach the top? Are you still going forward? Are you still brave? Bullshit!"
"What King Dou said is absolutely true. They will reach the seventyth step at most before stopping."
King Jia nodded and said, "After level 70, the pressure at each level is greater than the first level, and most people will be eliminated."
"I don't care how many people they eliminate, even if they don't eliminate it, the key is that Lu Chen can't be eliminated!" Dou Wang stared at Lu Chen's back and said with a gloomy face, "That kid has great potential, no one can compare with him, it is Yuan Wang who wants to catch him
The main character! If he can't reach the top, what will you do if you call him King Yuan? This year's Emperor Miao Competition is the most popular one for King Yuan.
The last time he participates, that kid must be a stepping stone for Prince Yuan!"
"What if he really can't reach the top?"
King Jia asked.
"Then he has no use value, so don't survive!"
Dou Wang said coldly.
"Dou Wang want to kill him?"
King Jia asked again.
"It's not me, it's you!"
King Dou said so.
"My king?"
King Jia was stunned.
"If you don't take action, do you want me to take action myself?"
King Dou glared at King Jia and said angrily, "Lu Chen's combat power is only at the level of a mid-level true king. You are a five-level true king. Are you still afraid of him?"
"Oh, this... I'm naturally not afraid. I've long been unhappy with that kid."
King Jia reacted and said quickly, "Don't worry, King Dou, just sit back and watch the show. If that kid doesn't reach the top, I will find an excuse to go up and tear him into pieces!"
At this moment, Lu Chen had already climbed the seventy steps, and continued to climb up, walking at a measured pace without stopping at all.
But when we got here, the pressure increased in vain, and we saw that many Di Miao candidates who had come up before were shelved and could no longer climb up. However, under the leadership of Fei Long, the entire fanatical army stepped up to level 70 in an orderly manner.