Becoming God of a Dystopian World

It wasn\'t only Si Chen, who didn\'t know about who those seats belonged to but also most of the others, present in the colosseum had no idea, and they could only wonder about the eleven empty seats.

"Each of those eleven seats looks nothing less extraordinary than the throne of Mo Rong."

\'Is the FC Barcelona team coming to sit there?\'

Zhao Luo commented while censoring his wishful yet inappropriate thoughts as he looked at Feng Ma who was slowly opening his mouth.

"They may belong to the ten elders and the sect leader."

Feng Ma threw out a wild guess but since all of them were empty and it was already the last part of the tournament that was going to initiate so his guess didn\'t sound convincing.

"No way."

Zhao Luo replied while thinking that his joke had more chances to be true than Feng Ma\'s guess.

While the three talked about the spectators and the seats, the elder who was notifying the spectators from the podium had almost finished his speech.

He was introducing all the level eight disciples participating in this Open Battle, which was the first round of the last part of this Outer Disciple Ranking Tournament. 

The elder had already announced 68 token numbers.

All of these 68 tokens were held by disciples who were level eight \'VIII\'.

Telling about this was to make it easy for the spectators to know about which disciples they should be focusing on.

Zhao Luo looked at the elder and found that the elder was still not finished.

"When will it start?"

Zhao Luo said in a complaining voice.

[ The next level eight \'VIII\' disciple is the holder of token number 3069. He is the 69th outer disciple on this level and also the last one. Watch out for him as he is the rumored one. ]

As the elder finished his announcement, the giant stage let out a momentary glow and everyone\'s token vanished from within their hands while leaving a floating number above their head.

The number was identical to the one in their tokens.

All the disciples looked up in surprise.

Zhao Luo also tried to look up to see if his number was floating like a halo too, but at that moment, Zhao Luo felt a mountain of pressure crushing down on him.

"Agh."

He couldn\'t stop his body from lowering while he tried to stand against the pressure.

Zhao Luo being under an insane amount of pressure realized where it was coming from as he felt a piercing gaze aimed at his back.

"Mo Rong..."

Zhao Luo mumbled as he turned around to look at the spectator seats where the Royal Mo Family was seated.

Mo Rong had his eyes closed while his upper lips twitched causing his square mustache to bounce.

\'Thud!\'

Zhao Luo\'s knees touched the ground under the mysterious pressure applied on him by Mo Rong while no one had realized what Zhao Luo was going through.

"Brother, why are you stretching like this?"

"We should do this too."

Si Chen questioned while Feng Ma had other ideas.

\'Thud!\'

Feng Ma copied Zhao Luo and fell on his knees.

Soon a few spectators noticed that Mo Rong, the King of Mo\'s, was bullying a junior.

While the disciples on the stage who were around Zhao Luo and Feng Ma could only think of them as some Weirdos.

\'Hmm.\'

The elder on the podium looked at Zhao Luo and then glanced at Mo Rong.

\'I should intervene.\'

He mumbled right away as he realized what was going on but before he could do anything.

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!"

"RUMBLE!"

Two blasting sounds were heard in the clouds above the Colosseum followed by a thundering sound.

Following these sounds, two silhouettes that were fast as lightning could barely be seen going towards the eleven seats.

The moment the sounds died down, three of the eleven seats were occupied.

The middle one of the eleven seats already had someone seated on it while two of the eleven seats had someone standing in front of it while facing the crowd of spectators.

Along with the majestic appearance of the three individuals came the noises and shouts from the crowds.

The first ones came from the three grand elders of the Xin Family.

"We greet our king."

They all bowed towards the direction of the man who was seated in the middle of these eleven seats.

\'Sect Leader...\'

Zhao Luo also got up and looked at the Sect Leader.

The pressure on him had disappeared the instant Xin Wang appeared on his seat.

"Disciples, show your respect to the Sect Leader."

The elder on the podium announced with widened eyes before he bowed in front of Xin Wang.

He couldn\'t believe that the Sect leader himself was here.

Zhao Luo looked at the other two individuals and recognized them right away.

"Second Elder, Third Elder."

Zhao Luo said with a smile as both of them had treated him well.

\'I would have never imagined that all three of them would make an appearance.\'

Zhao Luo mumbled while glancing in between the three.

Right after the elder\'s announcement, all the spectators, that is, tens of thousands of people got up from their seats and paid their respect to Xin Wang.

More than 3000 disciples on the giant stage were also bowing towards the Sect Leader.

Everyone looked down, no one was an exception except one disciple who was drowning in amazement.

The Sect Leader, Xin Wang, looked directly at Zhao Luo and their eyes met for a split second.

\'Nod.\'

The Sect Leader who was being showered with respect by everyone present in the Colosseum was nodding towards an outer disciple of his sect.

Only Elder Dousan and Elder Bao Fei could see such a marvelous scene with smiles on their faces.

\'They expect great things from me.\'

Zhao Luo realized the meaning behind the nod and the smiles of the Sect Leader and the elders. 

As everyone raised their heads, Second Elder, Elder Dousan was the first to speak.

"Oh, King of the Mo Family, Mo Rong, you have indeed lived up to your name. Wrong till the end."

Second Elder who was famous as the Master of Riddles taunted Mo Rong in a twisted way such that only Mo Rong, Zhao Luo, and a few others could understand what he meant by that.