Immortal Lord Zhang Lin’s words echoed throughout heaven and earth.0

The other Immortal Lords looked ill at ease, and many of the spectators standing atop the Seventh Gate of Heaven lowered their heads in shame.0

Su Yi rubbed his forehead. This was exactly what he’d been worried about!0

If Zhang Lin alone thought like this, well, he was just one person. If everyone thought that way, who’d be willing to risk themselves on the battlefield? Who’d fight on behalf of the Immortal Realm?0

The City of Ten Thousand Stars was an important border fortress at the forefront of the Seventh Gate of Heaven’s line of defense. How could they possibly have opened it up to the general public?0

How could just anyone be permitted to enter, much less open gambling dens and exploit the participants in the Immortal-Demon Deathmatches for entertainment and profit? This behavior was absolutely despicable; they deserved to die ten thousand times over!0

But although some people were ashamed, even more were completely dismissive!0

“Cowardice is cowardice. Quit making excuses!” shouted a spectator in ornate robes.1

“That’s right. If you’re afraid, just slit your...1