Everyone in the Feng Family looked ashen. They felt as though they were dreaming, and it was a terrifying nightmare.
Feng Jiang, the Sage they took such pride in, had actually perished in just a few short minutes!
At that moment, the entire martial training ground was deathly silent. Only the slightly labored breathing of the Feng Family members remained.
Feng Guangnian stepped forward, trembling. His face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat covered his forehead.
As an elder of the Feng Family, he knew that if they refused to hand over a slot any longer, the entire family might follow Feng Jiang to the grave.
"I am willing to hand over one slot."
Feng Guangnian forced the words out, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.
He waved his hand, releasing a streak of spiritual light that transformed into a token glowing faintly gold in midair.
Yet Yun Che, who had remained seated in the bamboo chair all along, showed no intention of reaching for it.
He chuckled. "Not enough. Now I want eight slots."
"You... what do you mean? You agreed to take only one slot. What kind of powerful expert goes back on his word like this?"
Fury filled Feng Guangnian's eyes. Had he not feared Yun Che's strength, he would have rushed over and snapped his neck already.
Unconcerned, Yun Che snorted softly. "We won the earlier one-on-one fight, so we should have received a slot first. But you never gave us one."
"And now that I've beaten your Feng Family's Sage Realm expert, asking for eight slots outright shouldn't be excessive!"
"Or are you saying your family's Sage wasn't even worth a few mere Holy Domain slots?"
Hearing this, Feng Guangnian nearly swore on the spot in his fury. The man had