The Planar Battlefield had many planes, each with its own independent territory.

To expand, one must continuously kill.

Jun Changxiao, who came up via the portal, successfully activated Xingyun Continent’s territory, but it was only a few meters in size.

Actually, it was related to numbers—if more people entered, the initial territory range would be larger.

“Sigh.”

Jun Changxiao said: “Since I’m here, I might as well stay.”

He didn’t come here to fight, nor did he care about territories—as long as he could smoothly reach other planes, that was enough.

“Wait!”

Suddenly, Jun Changxiao thought of something and collapsed: “Xingyun Continent’s territory keeps others out, so other planes’ territories definitely can’t be entered either. How am I supposed to go to their worlds?”

From the battlefield’s setup, each plane’s territory was a safe zone—sneaking into someone else’s territory to reach their world had no hope.

“System, get out here!”

No response.

Clearly it had entered playing-dead mode.

“Damn!”

Jun Changxiao held his head, collapsing: “I feel like I lost big time!”

Suddenly, a booming voice came from the sky: “Xingyun Continent martial artist has entered the Planar Battlefield, becoming a participant. This is hereby announced!”

“……”

Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched.

Announcing it so loudly—afraid people wouldn’t know Xingyun Continent sent someone?

“Whoosh——”

Just then, powerful auras burst forth. Looking at the star-filled sky in the distance, thousands of streaks of light rapidly approached, including humans in strange clothing and half-naked beastmen.

Jun Changxiao’s eyes immediately widened—all the arrivals were Emperor level!

No!

The dozens flying at the front, judging from the powerful auras they emanated, were definitely Semi-Saints!

Having heard the realm restrictions upon entering, Jun Changxiao had guessed this place would be full of experts, but witnessing Emperors everywhere and Semi-Saints all over made him gasp: “The Planar Battlefield—truly terrifying!”

Wait!

Jun Changxiao’s expression became spectacular.

Because the thousands of experts were obviously coming for him!

“Newcomer from Xingyun Continent, prepare to die!”

“This kid is mine, nobody fight me for him!”

“Taking down the first blood from Xingyun Continent will give multiple merit value rewards—whoever backs off is a grandson!”

“Whoosh!”

Killing intent erupted, sweeping across the earth.

With this lineup and momentum, even a Martial Saint like City Lord Han couldn’t withstand it!

However.

Jun Gou Sheng was quite clever.

Seeing thousands charging murderously toward him, he quickly retreated several steps, shrinking into the mere few-meter circle.

“Swish! Swish!”

Many experts arrived in an instant, hovering in mid-air, taunting: “Newcomer, hurry up and come out!”

Seeing they didn’t dare cross the circle’s boundary, Jun Changxiao folded his arms, saying calmly: “If you’ve got guts, come in.”

“If you’ve got guts, come out!”

“If you’ve got guts, come in!”

“If you’ve got…”

Ten minutes later, Jun Changxiao’s throat was dry and his voice hoarse: “If… if you’ve got guts, come in…”

If it were just a few or dozens of Emperors, he’d definitely dare to go out, but with thousands surrounding him, he could only rely on the safe zone to trade verbal barbs.

“Gutless coward.”

A planar expert said coldly: “I’m not wasting time with you.”

“Let’s go!”

Swish! Swish!

The experts representing his group turned and flew away.

Other planar experts also gradually dispersed. Soon, only twenty or thirty remained outside Xingyun Continent’s safe zone, clearly unwilling to give up and planning to wait.

“Swish!”

Jun Changxiao summoned a chair, sat down gracefully, crossed his legs and said: “I don’t believe I can’t outlast you.”

The system said: “Don’t chicken out, go fight!”

“Fight my ass!”

Jun Changxiao said: “You think those people really left?”

“Dear participant, because you illegally smuggled into the Planar Battlefield without going through proper procedures, although you’ve established Xingyun Continent’s territory, the safe zone will automatically expel you after one hour. Countdown begins now…”

“Of course.”

The feminine prompt continued: “If participants stay outside for half an hour continuously, re-entering the safe zone will reset the timer. Wishing you good luck, a beautiful life, mwah.”

Mwah your grandpa!

Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched.

One hour inside, half an hour outside!

This forced him to not turtle in the safe zone—he had to either actively fight or actively get chased!

“Don’t chicken out!”

The system said: “Go get ’em!”

“Fine!”

Jun Changxiao stood up, rolling his shoulders: “When the time’s almost up, I’ll fight them to the death!”

“……” The system collapsed.

Still calculating the exact timing to go out—when did host become such a coward!

It wasn’t cowardice.

It was rich express, survival chicken dinner!

“I say, everyone.”

Jun Changxiao sat steadily as an old turtle in his chair, saying: “Which planes are you all from?”

“Lingyun Continent!”

“Chihai Continent!”

“Shengxuan Continent!”

The remaining experts announced their origins, their noses practically pointing to the sky.

Jun Changxiao said: “What did you mean earlier about merit values?”

“Heh.”

An expert from Lingyun Continent sneered coldly: “You came to the Planar Battlefield and don’t know about merit values?”

“Well…”

Jun Changxiao said: “I came rather hastily and don’t know much.”

Everyone’s mouths twitched.

They had all carefully considered for a long time before finally deciding to come to the Planar Battlefield—there was no such thing as “hasty.”

“Kid.”

A Chihai Continent expert said calmly: “When your territory expands to a certain scale, the Upper Realm will create a Merit Shop where you can purchase heavenly treasures and weapons not found in your plane.”

“Upper Realm?”

Jun Changxiao was surprised.

The feminine prompt sounded: “Dear participant, this was created by mighty beings from the Upper Realm. Every five years, planes withdraw and new planes join.”

“Damn.”

Jun Changxiao collapsed: “Building a battlefield focused on slaughter—those Upper Realm people are pretty evil!”

The feminine prompt responded: “Clan populations across all planes reproduce too quickly. If this continues, energy will be exhausted, so establishing the Planar Battlefield was unavoidable.”

More and more people meant more resource consumption, eventually depleting everything.

Jun Changxiao could understand this point.

But using slaughter to reduce population was extreme—or rather, the Upper Realm simply viewed lower realms as ants, not caring how many died!

“I thought the Upper Realm would be some kind of transcendent holy land, but now it seems it can’t escape the law of survival of the fittest either.”

Jun Changxiao shook his head.

“Of course.”

The Chihai Continent expert smiled coldly: “You won’t have a chance to expand your territory, because once you step out, you’ll become our prey for obtaining merit values!”

“Prey?”

Jun Changxiao interlocked his ten fingers, leaned forward slightly, rested his chin on them, and slowly narrowed his eyes into a ‘U’-shaped smile.

“Are you serious?”