The ornately dressed young man’s words were calm and casual.1

Yet the crowd broke out in cold sweats.0

They were all prominent members of the Blue Luan Spirit Race. Each had far-reaching authority, and they could sit shoulder-to-shoulder with the leaders of even the stars’ top sects.1

Yet now, every last one of them felt thoroughly ill at ease.0

As one of the Six Ancient Guardian Clans, the Blue Luan Race had selected their nine young leaders from their ranks through incredibly cruel and bloody methods. 0

Every young leader had their own extraordinary qualities. They were unparalleled figures chosen from among the clan’s main-branch scions.0

All nine were being trained as potential successors to the clan leader, and their positions were lofty and extraordinary.0

Furthermore, all nine had gathered a group of the clan’s higher-ups, effectively forming nine distinct camps within the clan!0

Over the years, countless conflicts had arisen between the nine young leaders.0

It was much like how a mortal emperor’s sons fought to succeed him.0

Whoever managed to crush his competition beneath his feet would succeed the clan leader’s position. Thus, the young leaders...0