Chapter 32: Regrettably, Your Son Is Dead

Three seconds of silence gripped the battlefield.

Ghostface brushed demonic blood from his cloak and turned toward the Seventh Great Wall. Behind him lay Xido’s corpse—a pulped ruin.

Above the Clouds

Meng Chen met the crimson gaze of Xido’s father, Xi’Kalath. “He had a temper,” Meng remarked dryly. “Or perhaps your offer lacked… generosity. Either way—”

“MY SON!” Xi’Kalath’s roar split the sky.

Meng Chen raised a hand, unperturbed. “Your elder brother couldn’t best me. Shall we test your luck?”

Black blood dripped from Xi’Kalath’s clenched fists. He turned away, voice trembling: “Xido… had a sister. Her realm matches your kin’s. Pray they never meet.”

Meng Chen’s Star Terminal hummed. Li An’s reply echoed:

“Just one? Not enough.”

The demon patriarch recoiled as Meng Chen smirked. “My clansman suggests breeding more useful heirs. One’s insufficient.”

On the Wall

Students clustered around a grizzled veteran. “Why didn’t the demons intervene?” one asked.

The soldier spat. “This is the Seventh Wall—Graveyard of Prodigies. Rules are clear: duels end with corpses. Break that trust?” He tapped his temple. “Credit’s the only currency between realms. Cross us once, and no demon trades grain or ore for centuries. Their coffers bleed. Their allies bleed. All for one brat’s life? Not worth it.”

A classmate shuddered. “So… geniuses are just… expendable?”

“To the balance? Always.”

Elsewhere

Li An froze as Lin He materialized before him. The air thickened—a predator’s aura pressed down.

Lin He flicked a slip of paper. It sliced Li An’s palm before he caught it:

[Five Divine Trials Sprint: Participant Pass]

Blood dripped as Lin He vanished.

Observation Deck

Frost Snow leaned against the ramparts, her voice lilting: “Well done.”

Ghostface—mask unreadable—turned to Lin Zhou. “We need to talk.”