Everyone here was stunned.

What’s going on?

What the heck is the desolate race up to?

Yang Ye and the others gazed at Sky Lord, and the latter smiled, “It was a test, a test of character.”

Huang Ying frowned slightly, “Character?”

Sky Lord smiled, “Strength isn’t the only requirement to be our Crown Prince, it requires character. It sounds quite laughable, right?”

Yang Ye nodded, “Indeed!”

Sky Lord roared with laughter and said, “Authority! The Crown Prince of my desolate race has great authority, but it’s authority the desolate race has given the Crown Prince to serve us all and not for the Crown Prince’s own desires. The other old geezers and I wanted to see how he would choose between his friends and the position of Crown Prince.”

Yang Ye asked, “What if he chose position?”

Sky Lord smiled, “Both of you would have died. This is no joke.”

Yang Ye frowned slightly.

The Sky Lord said, “Of course, Huang Ying would die too. There is competition in our desolate race, but it doesn’t represent that we are ruthless. A ruthless person is only suited to be a general and not the future king of our race! Besides that, if...