Ranking Of Kings: My Land Is SSS Rank

He immediately stood up, and the chains on his body made a crisp sound. He said loudly, "I've long wanted to fight with the Undead spirits. Count me in for the general fight. I'd like to see if these Undeads are truly immortal."

His huge body was eye-catching, and his aura was even more extraordinary. In addition, the iron chains and the ferocious blade wheel on his body made him look a little fiendish and very intimidating.

"Alright, thank you for your help, brother!" Seeing Wushuang Ghost step forward, Feng Qinglin immediately revealed a trace of joy and nodded in agreement.

He had heard of the Wushuang Ghost before, and he was very clear that he was a top powerhouse. Furthermore, he was a body refiner. His body was strong, comparable to a top battle general. He was certainly a trump card in battle generals.

With his strength, he would not be inferior to the four Generals-in-chief.

"Count me in! It's a bit of a waste to use my blade to cut wood. It needs to be stained with blood to be sharper."

A burly man in coarse clothes came forward with a butcher's knife at his waist.

This person's eyes were extremely sharp and his gaze was like a blade. When it landed on one's body, it was as if one's skin would be cut.

"Isn't this Lao Pao who uses a butcher's knife to chop wood and help hunters slaughter fierce beasts? Why is he here now? Could it be that he is a hidden person with extraordinary strength? However, I've never heard of him before, nor have I seen him hunt fierce beasts. He's only helping to slaughter them."

"I used to see him cutting trees with a butcher's knife. He could cut one tree with a chop. I thought it was because the butcher's knife in his hand was sharp, but now it seems that I was wrong. He must be a hidden powerhouse. I wonder what his level of cultivation is. Since he dares to come forward, he must be a mythical realm powerhouse. But to what extent, it was hard to guess. He's never shown it before."

Many people in the surroundings knew this man. At this moment, they were all very surprised, feeling as if their recognition had been subverted.

An ordinary person who had been living by their side all this time suddenly became a powerhouse. No matter who it was, they would find it hard to accept such a strong contrast.

This was what it meant to be hidden in the city!

However, regardless of whether the others accepted it or not, his strength could not be doubted. This was a powerhouse, and he would not change his mind because of the will of others.

"May I ask for your name and your cultivation level?" Feng Qinglin immediately asked when he saw this.

"My surname is Pao, and I'm a butcher. You can call me Lao Pao or butcher. I had originally wanted to live my life in peace, but since these Undeads didn't intend to let me have an easy life, I have no choice but to pick up the butcher's knife again. I'm in the mythical realm now," said Mr. Pao with a cold smile.

"So it's Brother Pao. Do you have confidence in the general battle?" Feng Qinglin asked with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"It's just a group of dead bodies. I can practice my decomposition technique!" Mr. Pao grinned and said in an unconcerned manner.

"Alright, I'll count Brother Pao in!"

Feng Qinglin nodded. He could sense a sharp blade intent from the man, and it even made him feel afraid. This was certainly not an ordinary mythical realm cultivator.

"Count me in!"

Suddenly, a slovenly figure swaggered out from the crowd, holding a large gourd in his hand. The smell of alcohol filled the air, and he looked drunk and dazed. His hair was disheveled, and his face was so unkempt that it was almost impossible to see his original appearance. One could tell that he must be an alcoholic.

His body was swaying as if he couldn't stand still, but he didn't fall.

"It's the crazy Drunkard. Why is he here? Is he also a hidden powerhouse? What's wrong with these guys? Their identities are f*cking well hidden. Who would have thought that they are powerhouses?"

"I've seen this drunkard before, he's a complete lunatic. I saw with my eyes that he carried that gourd up the mountain and filled it with spring water. He drank it and said it was fine wine. However, some people had drunk it from his gourd, and it was not wine at all. It was just spring water. He can even get drunk from drinking water, and even water can be compared to a fine wine in his eyes. If he's not a madman, then what is he?"

"That's right. I've drunk from his gourd. It was like fine wine when he drank it, but it was just cool spring water to me. It wasn't wine at all. He can even taste fine wine when drinking water. What a weirdo! This drunkard who drinks water every day has also come forward. Is he a powerhouse as well?"

Many people knew about the unkempt drunkard in front of them. He was quite famous in General City.

Many people had dealt with this guy before and knew that this drunkard was drunk almost all day long. He could fall to the ground and sleep at any time. If such a person was a powerhouse, it was simply unreasonable.

"May I know what is your cultivation level?"

Feng Qinglin looked at the drunkard in front of him and frowned slightly. It was obvious that he was not happy with this drunkard's image, but he still asked.

"I'm Drunkard. If I don't become immortal in wine, then I'll become a ghost in wine. I'm in the mythical realm. I'm willing to go to the Generals' Battle Stage and see what these Undead spirits can do to a drunkard like me!" Drunkard let out a breath that reeked of alcohol and said while shaking his head.

A wisp of Qi dynamics that belonged to a mythical realm cultivator flashed on his body. Even though it was quick, it was enough for people to know that his cultivation realm was not fake.

"Alright, I'll count you in."

After Feng Qinglin muttered to himself for a moment, he nodded and agreed.

He also felt a trace of threat from Drunkard, and his strength was not inferior to the butcher. This kind of strength was qualified to step onto the Generals' Battle Stage, but whether they lived or died would depend on their strength and luck.

No one knew if they could survive until the end.

Including Wushuang Ghost, three of the five spots had already been taken.

"General Feng, count me in. The General Valley is also a place for us defeated soldiers to live. We won't allow the Undead to touch it."

In General Valley, a man in armor and holding a green dragon crescent blade came forward. The green dragon crescent blade was as red as fresh blood. It was glowing and it was obviously not an ordinary item.

"So it's General Guan. With your strength, it's naturally best for you to go to the Generals' Battle Stage!" When Feng Qinglin saw who it was, he nodded in acknowledgment.

This was a powerhouse from the General Valley. It was said that he was the descendant of the Martial Saint, Guan Yu. He practiced Guan Yu's spring and autumn blade technique and was named Guan Xiong. However, no one could confirm whether it was true or not. Guan Xiong's blade technique was indeed sharp and terrifying. He had killed all kinds of ferocious beasts and monsters in the Golden Desert, and his blade was stained with blood.

Naturally, he was also a mythical realm powerhouse.