The Divine Martial Army was the most powerful force in the Divine Jin Dynasty. This was universally acknowledged. [1. I usually omit the divine part here for brevity.]

Yet a mere Thousand-man Commander was arrogant like this! He had just declared his intention to sleep with the Seventh Lord of the Senluo Temple, Wan Xiangcen. How could the heretical disciples present stand for this?

These eight youths dressed in black robes were the top prodigies of the Seventh Hall. However, even they were inferior to dogs before Wan Xiangcen.

The heretical schools were extremely cruel with a strict hierarchy. They believed in the law of the jungle where the strongest takes all.

Being one level higher meant they were a god, being one level lower meant they were dogs.

“Have you no shame with your blustering? How suicidal!” The disciple with his severed arm had used spirit energy to seal his wound with a layer of scarlet light.

He was very confident with his cultivation. The only reason why he lost an arm earlier was because of the sneak attack...