The sky was dark, but the golden hall was brightly lit like the day. Four people stood at the front of the hall. The East Cardinal King, Jun Dongyao, stood at the center, the attractive Onyx Emperor and enchanting Onyx Empress on the left, and Sikong Jiansheng on the right.

Up to this moment, Sikong Jiansheng’s face was gloomy with rage burning wildly in his chest, especially after witnessing how Fan Wutian’s hand had been chopped off. To make things worse, there weren’t any disciples from his Cloudmist Sword School among the ranks. It was something that had never happened before over the past few hundred years. If people who didn’t know better saw this scene, they would think that the Cloudmist Sword School no longer had any geniuses.

Of the eight disciples, six were elysian children, while the remaining two were the onyx disciples, Li Wusheng and Li Jiusi. The elysian child, Jun Tianyi, stood together with the two onyx disciples with their arms around each other. Jun Tianyi didn’t feel bad about having his title as...