At the Divine Constable Gate headquarters in First Line of Heaven, atop Cloud Piercer Peak, stood a solemn and magnificent hall.
The six Titled Divine Constables sat separately upon six side-by-side grand chairs of purple gold carved with flowers, clearly divided from one another. There were also two vacant seats—one presumably for Tiger King Yi Feixuan, and the other for the future eighth Titled Divine Constable.
The hall's overall tone was dim. Its ceiling was paved with palm-sized glazed tiles, while its four walls were as smooth as mirrors, forged from a special spirit crystal ore that continuously emitted subtle ripples of spiritual energy.
Before the Divine Constables' seats, countless silver chains hung suspended in the air, linking and embellishing the space, making the hall all the more intricate and changeable.
The six Titled Divine Constables possessed vastly different temperaments: Overlord Spear, Dao Yi, Sword Fiend, Fist God, Dream Lord, and Little Lord. Yet they all shared one trait—they were exceptionally striking and outstanding. At a glance, one could see qualities in them utterly different from ordinary people.
Overlord Spear embodied dominance; Dao Yi, hardship; Sword Fiend, wickedness; Fist God, strength; Dream Lord, illusion; Little Lord, kingship. It was as though each had deeply branded their entire being with a certain trait, the two blending into one.
Different temperaments and traits shaped entirely different people. So long as one met them once, they would leave a profound impression—one that could never be forgotten for the rest of one's life, nor confused with anyone else.
Xiang Yang and a Purple Robe Chief Constable stood in the center of the hall. They appeared respectful, yet were secretly assessing the six men and the surrounding space and environment, forming their own judgments.
"Xiang Yang, let me ask you this. In your battle with