Obviously, Tianming’s anger was unquenched. The Theocrats couldn’t tolerate such provocation and rebellion, while Tianming couldn’t stand their repeated attempts on Feiling’s life. 

"Of course not. Don’t we still have half a day? There’s someone from the Death Hall who has yet to appear!" The cold-eyed Dongyang Fen broke into a grin.

What did that mean?

"Ladies and gentlemen," the Death Hall King Jiang An smiled, "the Death Hall has a new disciple. Dongyang Zhuo, come over here!"

The name was obviously familiar to the people of the Divine Capital. Autarch Yun had just ascended the throne, and Autarch Qian’s descendents couldn’t compare to his. Those surnamed Dongyang were all descendants of Autarch Yun. They were the core bloodline of the Theocrats, and enjoyed the exclusive cultivation resources of the Imperial City.

"Dongyang Zhuo is the son of the eldest prince, Dongyang Fen, and the grandson of Autarch Yun!"

"Yes, that's him! He’s number one among the youths under twenty in the Divine Capital."

"He wants to be a disciple of the Decimo Dao Palace?"

"Don’t...