Meanwhile, in a distant expanse of space, several towering beings sat upon thrones, looking down upon all living things from on high. Their lofty auras placed them completely above everyone else.
Even the peerless geniuses of the Third District, so admired by others, amounted to nothing in their eyes.
"Ye Xiwen is quite good. At such a young age, he has already cultivated to the Po Wang Realm Seventh Level. More importantly, he can casually slaughter experts at the Po Wang Realm Ninth Level. Even we did not possess such strength in our day. He is a disciple with immense potential and should be cultivated with special focus!" Suddenly, one of them spoke. He was a middle-aged man with a stern, majestic bearing. A flame burned between his brows, and his eyes shone brilliantly.
"Cultivate him with special focus? He killed Jing Tianlei. Though there is no evidence, I dare say he was definitely the one who did it!" another young man said coldly. "He should be seized and interrogated for his crimes!"
The young man wore magnificent robes, and a powerful aura radiated from his entire body—ancient and imposing, not to be underestimated.
"Nonsense! There is no evidence whatsoever that he killed Jing Tianlei. Besides, within Blood Prison, life and death are left to fate. Do you not know that rule?" the middle-aged man said coldly.
"Flame Lord, do you know how much time and effort I spent cultivating Jing Tianlei? I had originally intended to take him to the Cosmic Battlefield after this round and nurture him there, striving for him to enter the Dao in one stroke. Yet now he has fallen here. His crime is simply too monstrous!" the young man said through gritted teeth, a terrifying radiance emanating from his body.
"I warn you, the