Ten Emperors Hall

Void Ash God Kingdom, Ten Emperors Hall.

This was the most revered sanctuary of saints beneath Void Ember God, holding the greatest authority in the entire God Kingdom.

At this moment, five of the Ten Saint Emperors were watching the battles of the Genius Competition, casually switching between the duels of various outstanding talents.

One of them, a middle-aged man with dragon horns on his forehead and a green robe draped over his body, pointed at the blue lightning true dragon in a match and said, "That little brat is guaranteed a spot in the top ten. The Dragon Race has a guaranteed place this time, so I won't have to be scolded by Master again."

Beside him, a young man in a splendid robe woven from fiery feathers looked somewhat depressed. "What a pity that Mysterious Sparrow isn't a direct descendant of my Golden Crow clan. Otherwise, I'd have a guaranteed spot too."

Another man, a burly tiger-faced giant with thick, fleshy palms, wore a long face. "You've got it good. At least you have two who are safely in the top hundred. I'm screwed—there's not a single decent direct descendant from my clan. Once the competition ends, Master definitely won't give me a pleasant look."

"Haha, that's the price of slacking off. Look at Eldest Senior Apprentice—his true body is stationed on the front lines in the Yu Xin Realm, yet even his avatar trained Fen Wu and Meng Xing into two fine seedlings guaranteed to enter the top ten. This epoch alone, twenty-four Eternal beings have emerged from his disciples. That's how a Sovereign Emperor ought to conduct himself!" another human emperor laughed.

Tiger Emperor refused to accept that. "What's the point of bringing up Eldest Senior Apprentice? Aren't you just like me? Not a single one