With Yan Ziyu, Scholar Heaven Calculating, and Princess Luofu, the four heretical lords had to retreat.

“In three months by the sacred lake, the ten halls and the pagoda shall have our duel. At that time, our two strongest lords will also be there. The Wanxiang Pagoda isn’t the only place that has Grand Historical Geniuses.” The Third Lord’s voice echoed through the Apricot Manor.

The heretical disciples were now gone, and the heroes from the other powers quietly left as well. Feng Daniu has become the king under Heaven’s Mandate without rivals. Everyone thought that the contest this time would be between the heretics and the pagoda, so no one expected this result.

“Her Highness invites Commander Feng to the pavilion!” Attendant Yu was full of smiles as he stared at Feng Feiyun covered in armor with a pair of devious, squinting eyes.

Not all of his armor melted, but it was completely stained with blood. He shuddered under this old man’s gaze. He seemed to be interested in men,...