Qing Ting hesitated for a split second before erupting with power, rushing toward the Azureclad Duke as a hazy streak of azure light.

Lu Yun jumped with shock at her explosion of strength—she was only a little bit weaker than the Bloodclad Duke!

“The geniuses of the Hongmeng are as numerous as carp teeming in the river, alright. If it wasn’t for two lifetimes’ worth of supplemental dao, I wouldn’t be able to kick up even a splash here,” he muttered to himself. “It looks like someone is purposefully building up the reputations of the Azureclad, Purpleclad, Bloodclad, and Crimsonclad Dukes. They’re meant to lead the cultivators of the realm.”

The four dukes had been bestowed...