Kail proudly brushed a finger across the bridge of his nose.
Honestly, the Demon Lord Sword Puppet was no opponent an ordinary god could overcome.
Even someone as brilliant and mighty as him had exhausted ninety-nine percent of his strength.
Only then had he barely managed to win.
He had nearly lost several times along the way.
A sword puppet was still a sword puppet. Its Divine Techniques might have been dazzling.
But its combat experience fell a little short of his own wealth of experience.
That was what had allowed him to scrape out a victory.
Even so, he could not help complaining that this assessment was too difficult.
It was on an entirely different level from previous assessments.
"Why isn't anyone saying anything?"
"Were you all stunned by my brilliant, mighty performance?"
Noticing the gods' strange behavior, Kail could not help asking.
Normally, Kail's assessment results would indeed have been enough to put him head and shoulders above the rest.
They would have earned cheers from the gods.
But after Ye Lingbo's repeated exploits, everyone's standards had reached a whole new height.
Times had changed.
Passing the Sixth Trial was nothing in their eyes.
Ye Lingbo had easily made it all the way to the Ninth Trial.
Who was a weakling who had only passed the Sixth Trial to say anything?
Thus, the gods did not spare Kail so much as a glance. They kept watching the giant screen.
Realizing that none of their gazes had turned toward him at all.
Kail looked utterly bewildered.
He had already left the Trial Grounds. Why was everyone still staring at the screen?
Beside him, the Judgment Sacred Soul could no longer bear to watch Kail humiliate himself.
He was his good friend's son, after all.
"Kail, get over here. Someone