"Ranked one hundredth, Qing Luo, an inner disciple of the Eternal Devil Sect, with a cultivation of seventh-grade Dao God."
Lin Bai was ranked last on the Star Ranking's Dao God Rankings, and his cultivation level was clearly marked.
This sent a chill through Lin Bai from head to toe.
To disciples of other sects, making it onto the Star Ranking was enough to make them famous and bring honor to their families. It was a good thing.
But for Lin Bai, this was no good news at all.
Every martial artist on the Star Ranking was at the peak of the Dao God realm.
Lin Bai had made it onto the Star Ranking with the cultivation of a seventh-grade Dao God. Although he was ranked last, this would inevitably arouse the displeasure of many disciples participating in the martial competition at the Evil Moon Grand Feast.
Why can't I, with my peak Dao God cultivation, make it onto the rankings, while a seventh-grade Dao God disciple can?
Whoever it was...none of them would be convinced.
Take Meng Qi and Gong Jian, for example. Both of them were also at the peak of the Dao God realm, yet neither had appeared on the Star Ranking.
If they had not known Lin Bai's strength, they would certainly have been displeased as well.
By doing this, the Evil Moon Sect had undoubtedly planted quite a few enemies for Lin Bai before the Evil Moon Grand Feast had even begun.
Fortunately, no martial artists in the Star Pavilion just now had recognized Lin Bai. Otherwise, after seeing the rankings, quite a few people would probably have hurled abuse at him—or even drawn their blades against him.
Lin Bai's old face darkened. Suppressing his anger, he shook his head.
After putting away the rankings,