In response to Sir Bloodsmelter’s praise, Master Seventh smiled faintly. He didn’t say anything, but he did clasp hands and bow again.

The patriarch, his face made up of countless streams of blood in midair, shifted his smiling gaze from Master Seventh to the capital city below. Given how high he was in the air, and the level of his cultivation base, it seemed like all the disciples in the sect were fixed in his mind. As he looked at them, he spoke in words that boomed like thunder. 

“Based on the existing agreement, peaklords and elders are required to fight in this war. However, it is not so with Foundation Establishment and Qi Condensation. I know that you have reached your state of cultivation due to your own hard work; though the sect may have provided some bit of help, it wasn’t much.

“Therefore, you will not be required to participate in this. But those of you who do wish to participate, you may choose missions that are appropriate to your own abilities and style. Therefore, disciples of Seven Blood Eyes, who is willing to fight?”

Throughout Seven Blood Eyes, all disciples in the fifth level of Qi Condensation and higher felt their identity medallions...