Although Wang Xiaoqiang had joined the queue, preparing to participate in the Armor Snatching Tournament, his heart was anything but calm at this moment.
At that time, his eyes were intently watching the dozens of people queuing ahead of him, observing how they appeared within the Eight Desolation Mirror.
One by one, twenty people passed the identity verification in front of the Eight Desolation Mirror,
However, these people were all from orthodox backgrounds, orthodox cultivators. Although they had killed people in the past, the ones they killed were either villainous or of the Demon Path, so all of them possessed a full body of Vast Righteousness.
After watching these twenty people, Wang Xiaoqiang's heart grew even more uneasy. Compared to them, he neither came from an orthodox background nor did he possess Vast Righteousness, giving him a feeling he could barely contain.
Finally, it was the turn of the twenty-first person in line.
It was a burly man with a fierce face.
