"I'm furious to death!"
The sudden roar made Long Night grow stiller.
For a time, within a radius of five li, every household extinguished its lamps and held its tongue.
Even the horses clenched their bits, and the dogs tucked their tails.
This was an ordinary night in Offering Valley.
The eldest young master of the Zhongli Clan was rampaging about his room in a fury, his mouth full of things like "sneak attack," "shameless," and "I hadn't even had time to exert myself."
No matter what, he could not have imagined that the mighty Zhongli Yan would fail even to hold onto seventy-second place in the Blessed Land rankings in that wretched Great Void Illusion Realm—a complete copy of the Dharma Evolution Pavilion, a place where life and death could not possibly be involved.
This was killing him.
If not for a letter from his clan-head father, repeatedly stressing the importance of the Great Void Illusion Realm, Zhongli Yan, the number one prodigy under heaven, would not have deigned to spare a glance at this childish make-believe place.
He had only joined last month, easily earned the qualification to challenge the Blessed Lands, and had planned to cut a path through every obstacle this month, causing that brat from the Dou Clan a few more headaches—only to be thrown out the door in the blink of an eye?
What utter humiliation!
As he fumed, Zhongli Yan suddenly began to laugh.
Fortunately, it was Dou Zhao who had made a spectacle of himself!
He had deliberately used saber techniques and drawn on his prior experience cultivating arts to construct an improvised spirit domain through a secret method. His act had been uncannily convincing. Unless Dou Zhao himself appeared, it would have been difficult for anyone to discover that he was