"Next are the top three contestants!" "Third place, Yin Xue. The reward is ten thousand high-grade Blood Crystals." "Second place, Ye Xue. (That is Mu Qianxue and Ye Yi combined, so the name is Ye Xue.) The reward is fifty thousand high-grade Blood Crystals!" "First place, Long Fei. The reward is one hundred thousand high-grade Blood Crystals!" Mo Bing Demon King handed out the rewards himself. When he reached Ling Feng, he lowered his voice and said, "Kid, are you interested in joining our Black Dragon Hall? With your talent, you could easily become a direct disciple of our Black Dragon Lord." Ling Feng gave a light smile. "I will wait until the third trial is over. Let us follow the rules." In truth, Ling Feng did not care which hall he joined. He had never come here to be anyone's disciple. He only wanted to slip into the Canglong Sanctum and reveal the truth about the Qiongqi Demon Emperor's death to the Canglong Demon Ruler. He only needed one chance to speak with the demon ruler! "Those who did not make the top four hundred may leave now." Mo Bing Demon King turned to the ones who had failed and ordered them to go. The Canglong Sanctum needed only the best. Anyone who had been eliminated had no right to stay here. "The final assessment is a combat test. Each of you will pick a number. I will explain the rules afterward." Mo Bing Demon King raised a hand. A disciple of the Canglong Sanctum stepped forward carrying a huge box. This box had only a single hole at the top, just big enough for a fist to reach through and draw a tag. "There are four hundred tags in here. Each has a number. Once you pick yours, you may not change it. You are also forbidden from trading tags with others. Anyone who breaks this rule will be put to death." Mo Bing Demon King's tone turned cold. "From now on, you are all disciples of the Canglong Sanctum. Here, absolute obedience is everything. Do you understand?" All of them shouted together. Of course, these rules were flexible in their own way. In other words, the strong made the rules. If one day you surpassed your superior, you became the rule. Then you would be the one to give orders. In this sacred land of demon cultivation, the law of the strong devouring the weak was laid bare for all to see. Soon, Ling Feng and Mu Qianxue had drawn their tags. Ling Feng's tag had the number one on it. "Big Brother Long, I got two. I am number two!" Mu Qianxue narrowed her eyes and smiled sweetly at Ling Feng. "Mhm. You are number two." Ling Feng laughed freely. Mu Qianxue gave him a playful glare. Ling Feng only smiled again. "I am number one." "How fitting, Long Fei!" A voice behind him oozed with a cold, mocking tone. It felt like it had climbed up from the depths of the underworld. "I am number one too. Looks like your luck ends here!" Ling Feng did not even need to turn around to know it was Yin Xue. "Hehe. In the third trial, I will make you lose so badly you will wish you had never come." Yin Xue gave a sharp snort and strode away. Ling Feng gave a disdainful smile. He would not cut him down in front of everyone, but as an "elder" he would still teach this junior a lesson he would not forget. "Has everyone picked their number?" Mo Bing Demon King scanned the circle. Seeing no one speak up, he nodded. "Follow me to the training ground on the outer edge of the Canglong Sanctum." Led by Mo Bing Demon King, all four hundred who had passed the second trial arrived at a valley. There stood eight huge arenas. Dragon carvings covered the edges of each platform. On both sides of the valley, strong auras flickered. Many of these belonged to disciples from the Eight Great Canglong Sanctums who had come to watch. Some of the observers might even be Demon Kings or Demon Emperors looking for promising new disciples. So many powerful beings gathered in one place that Ling Feng could feel the pressure bearing down on his chest. He even suspected that the eight legendary Canglong Envoys were among them. After all, the top eight of this trial would become direct disciples of those eight envoys. "Pay respects to the Canglong Envoys!" Mo Bing Demon King faced the sky and shouted. At that moment, eight beams of divine light shot upward. Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, and black lights formed eight dragons that soared through the air. The eight dragons flew together and then landed steadily on the arenas. Each of the figures wore different robes but all had cloaks marked with the Canglong insignia. The color of each cloak matched the hall they belonged to. They stood in formation, positioned like an eight trigram array. Among these eight were old and young, men and women, but they all shared one trait: terrifying power! The auras they released made it hard for Ling Feng to breathe. They were beings far beyond ordinary Demon Emperors. They might have been slightly weaker than the Big Eight Demon Emperors of the Nanjiang Demon Domain, but they still stood at the peak. Each one of them was a possible candidate for the next Demon Ruler, the highest summit of the entire domain. Ling Feng could not help but marvel at the depth of the demon race. He had never seen so many Demon Emperors and Demon Kings gathered in one place before. "Greetings to the Canglong Envoys!" Mo Bing Demon King raised both hands, then knelt fully with his head lowered to the ground. His voice carried respect and absolute devotion. "Greetings to the Canglong Envoys!" All the demons and the contestants quickly followed suit. Ling Feng could not stand out. He tugged on Ye Xue's sleeve and half-knelt as well, lowering his head and avoiding eye contact with the envoys. "Envoys, I have brought the top four hundred contestants to begin the final combat trial," Mo Bing Demon King said respectfully. One of the envoys, cloaked in black, lifted a hand slightly. "Rise. We eight are only here to accept direct disciples. Everything else will proceed according to the usual rules." When he finished speaking, the eight envoys leapt onto a high platform above the arenas. There, nine ornate chairs had been arranged. The seat in the center remained empty. That was the Canglong Demon Ruler's throne. Although the ruler did not appear, the ceremony still demanded proper respect. Mo Bing Demon King bowed deeply to the envoys, then turned to the four hundred contestants and shouted, "The rules for this third trial are simple. There are eight arenas here. Each of you will fight according to the number you drew. Fifty will enter each arena. Only one will remain."