A King Crowned Through Ten Thousand Battles and Blood-Soaked Carnage

"Kill him!" A vicious gleam flashed in the God Lord's eyes.

The Source Lord shook his head. "That would be unwise. Perhaps we could negotiate, offer him a contract, and have him join our forces."

The Demon Lord nodded, her eyes shining. "Agreed. Young beings with talent like his are rare. With our guidance, he might even contend at a higher level."

The Thunder Lord folded his arms and watched coldly.

What should they do with the Nightmare Wizard?

It was a difficult question.

Especially when the four of them could not agree.

The God Lord fell silent, but his murderous intent never faded. He remained convinced that anything unpredictable, anything likely to cause trouble, should be erased.

He spoke again. "Deal with him sooner rather than later. We don't need a second Tian Ling. He's just one genius. Do you think our forces lack geniuses, or that talented people won't come to us?"

"We have the finest legacies, the greatest resources, and the best connections among Wizards. Our influence even extends beyond this Corner of Myriad Worlds."

"Invite him first. If that fails, then exterminate him."

The others reached an agreement and turned to the only one who had yet to state his position: the Thunder Lord.

The Thunder Lord saw the matter most clearly. "You're taking far too much for granted. We aren't the ones who decide everything. Those above us are."

He pointed toward the very top of the Blood Battle Stairway.

"Can you guarantee the Nightmare Wizard isn't among the Wizard Seeds those few have taken an interest in?"

The others fell silent.

He had a point.

The God Lord gave a sharp-voiced sneer. "Beings like them won't care. Until someone reaches the Rule Level, they're still just one among countless others. The Tian Ling Wizard