"Now, this old man will announce the results of this exercise."
Mount Luofu Master stroked his beard with one hand. On the other, specks of light gathered, and a long scroll slowly appeared from top to bottom.
The master's gaze swept over it. After a brief pause, he began to read:
"Lord Feathered Serpent, 50 Merit Points."
Fifty points was not even enough to conquer a Level One Monster Tribe—the points that could be earned from one.
But that result absolutely could not be called poor.
After all, if the lords failed to hold their fortresses, they would lose a large number of Merit Points. Even if they managed to hold out until the middle stage, the deduction would still be far from insignificant. In other words, as long as their Merit Points were positive, it counted as a victory.
Wu Qingyun, Huang Longjun, and the others smiled.
At first, they had expected quite a few New Lords to end up with negative scores.
Now, it seemed that this batch of lords truly deserved to be called the best in history.
Having them temper themselves in advance—the move had been the right one.
Lord Feathered Serpent was fairly satisfied with obtaining a positive score, but his smile lasted only a few seconds.
"Lord Bai He, 150 Merit Points."
"Lord Luo Xing, 250 Merit Points."
So he came in last?
People's joys and sorrows were often opposites. Jiang Luo Xing had initially felt only a little relieved and pleased, but when she saw her formidable rival Feathered Serpent looking like that, her mood rose higher and higher. If the occasion had allowed it, she would have burst into wild laughter.
The Great Sun Lord, the Frost Heaven Lord, and one lord after another had their scores announced.
Most people knew how