Outside Yao City, the camps of the three allied schools were set up with many of the strongest gathered within the largest tent.

Qin Bangjie sat upon his soft seat with his right hand clutching the armrest. The veins in that said arm were bulging outwards from the exertion of him grabbing onto that armrest. The chair was made of top-notch steelwood and capable of enduring plenty of stress, but not enough that it’d survive Qin Bangjie’s wrath. Crackling and groaning as though it was on the verge of splintering, the chair seemed almost ready to burst as Qin Bangjie quivered on it.

Xu Qianqing strode in at that moment. Entering through the flaps, the man looked up and saw how angry Qin Bangjie was. Fearful by the sight and feeling unwell at the stifling atmosphere, he gingerly approached the man. “First elder…”

The atmosphere grew even worse.

“How many did we lose?”

“Fifty Soul Exalts, ninety Soul Ancestors, and a hundred and thirty Soul Sprites…”

“Crack!!”

Unable to endure it any longer, the armrest exploded into thousands of splinters....

This chapter requires karma or a VIP subscription to access. Enable auto unlock Unlock for 29 karma Purchase/Earn karma Subscribe to VIP