Nobody had spoken even a single word since Tianming's battle had begun. His beheading of Luori Guiyang marked the moment the members of the Three Great Cults and the ambassadors from Starmoon Haven had started tearing their faces. All of them were enraged beyond belief, yet all they could do was breathe heavily as they watched the white-haired youth seemingly deliver slash after slash on their faces. The wrinkles and folds on their wrathful expressions almost seemed like sword cuts as well.0

Before that, they had been glad about Long Qian's apparent betrayal, gleefully awaiting the end of the trial. But little did they know that their good mood would completely shift before much time had even...0