Xiang Zimo and Shu Ziheng's words enraged everyone. The myriad spirits felt stifled and deeply unwilling to accept it.
"Ha ha ha..." The six of them threw their heads back and laughed. They had bathed in the Imperial Alliance Immortal Kings' blood—that was their achievement, proof that they were undefeated among their peers.
"Until just now, we couldn't be completely sure we could defeat you. This was a challenge, a show of force, and a way to test ourselves so we could give the Ancient Ancestors an explanation when we returned."
"But you didn't seem to care about the first battle at all. Not a single heir came forward. How could these ordinary disciples possibly be our match?"
Dongfang Fengyun, a Heavenly Prodigy from the High-Level Heavenly Vault, smiled. "So which is it? Are we looking down on you, or are you looking down on us?"
The Emperor Lord said nothing. The myriad spirits fell silent.
The hegemon-grade factions didn't need to explain why they hadn't sent their heirs into the first battle. Everyone understood: there were too few fighters at that level.
The first battle was primarily a probe. The Imperial Alliance knew nothing about the High-Level Heavenly Vault prodigies' strength, so they hadn't dared send their best disciples out rashly.
Hong Feiyu was already an exceptionally talented and dazzling figure, and his master was a Quasi-Hegemon-level powerhouse. Even so, the gap had still been immense.
Hong Feiyu and the others understood their own role, too. What they hadn't expected was that the High-Level Heavenly Vault would choose this kind of battle strategy for the first fight.
It had let them see just how strong the finest prodigies of the same realm in the High-Level Heavenly Vault were. But they still had no idea how strong the rest of