The Emperor Ziwei sighed inwardly.

It’s already surprising enough that Duan Xiyang and Xue Fuxiao didn’t try to seize my achievements; yet I’m still thinking about taking theirs, this is just... no, wait!

The Emperor Ziwei suddenly realized: the two of them have already reversed the achievements!

One got three point five percent, the other three point six...

The Emperor Ziwei felt increasingly speechless.

What kind of situation is this...

The Light Gate opened.

Black and white aura spread out, instantly connecting Heaven and Hell as one.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

A person walked out first, dressed in black clothes, covered in a shadow of gloom.

In their arms was a dead person.

It was the Underworld Saint Child Yin Yunxiao.

People couldn’t help but admire, indeed, it truly lives up to the most powerful super sect, the Underworld. They even managed to get ahead of the Heavenly Palace and come out first.

Subsequently, the other Underworld disciples gradually came out, each looking somber and heavy.

People from the Underworld were already usually surrounded by a forest of Yin Qi, covered in Ghost Qi, but this time, as Yunxiao and others emerged, the feeling was... these were not people who looked like ghosts.

But rather... ghosts that resembled humans.

Filled with sorrowful, oppressive, tragic hysteria... and all other imaginable negative auras.

King Qinguang and King Chu Jiang had originally been waiting with smiles on their faces.

But as soon as Yunxiao and the others emerged, the smiles on their faces disappeared immediately.

Their gazes turned... puzzled and uncertain.

Until the twenty-sixth person came out, and no more people from the Underworld appeared, suddenly King Qinguang panicked: "Yin Yunxiao, where are the others?"

"The others... are gone. They’re all dead."

Yin Yunxiao said woodenly: "...only the twenty-six of us are left alive. The other junior brothers have all perished in the Yin Yang Realm. Junior Brother Zhang was killed by the Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s Feng Yun just before coming out."

Yin Yunxiao stepped forward, a sorrowful expression on his face, and fell to his knees with a thud: "Disciple is guilty, the disciple has damaged the prestige of the Underworld. The crime is beyond redemption!"

King Qinguang drew in a sharp breath.

His eyes widened, completely stunned: "One hundred and fifty disciples entered the Yin Yang Realm, and only twenty-six came out?"

Yin Yunxiao and twenty-five fellow disciples knelt on the ground, their heads deeply lowered: "Yes!"

King Qinguang and King Chu Jiang both began trembling all over, only feeling a heart-wrenching pain.

One hundred and fifty genius disciples!

To be called geniuses within a super sect like the Underworld, what kind of existence is that?

They are definitely the mainstay of the future.

Each one is exceptionally talented!

Not only that, but many among them are descendants of the sect’s high-ranking members.

A full one hundred and twenty-four of them are dead!

For the Underworld, this can already be considered a super shock!

King Qinguang’s lips quivered, trying hard to suppress the grief and anger in his heart, for this is not the occasion to deal with family matters.

With a solemn voice, he asked: "With so many fallen... what are the gains?"

Upon asking about the gains, Yin Yunxiao and the disciples who came out with him dared not move while kneeling more firmly, their heads couldn’t be lifted anymore.

Even among them, several had tears that dripped onto the ground.

"The gains..."

Tears dripped from Yin Yunxiao’s eyes: "At the end of the Yin Yang Realm trial, all were... taken by the Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s Feng Yun!"

"What?"

King Qinguang was enraged: "All were taken?"

"Yes."

"The gains of twenty-six people, all taken?"

"Yes."

King Qinguang was numb: "Not even a single blade of grass... was brought out?"

"... Disciple is guilty!"

Yin Yunxiao pressed his head firmly against the ground.

King Qinguang and King Chu Jiang both felt their minds go blank for a moment.

They immediately felt their faces grow hot and embarrassed.

Bald-headed!

The Underworld was shaved bald!

The two turned their heads in disbelief, looking at the position of the four people on the ninth floor. They wanted to say something, but their lips quivered, and no words came out.

Falling into despair: "All stand up, having such an experience is also a good thing. At the very least in the future... do not underestimate the heroes of the world."

"The disciple understands."

Yin Yunxiao kept his head down.

Leading the twenty-five fellow disciples, they entered a private room. Then they never came out again.

The atmosphere was very oppressive.

King Qinguang and King Chu Jiang only felt an icy chill all over, truly not knowing how to report back.

Feng Yun took their gains!

What to do?

Seek the Emperor Ziwei to uphold justice?

Didn’t you see Duan Xiyang sitting up there? And the Emperor Ziwei clearly heard everything but didn’t move an inch.

If Duan Xiyang weren’t here, ah, forget it, even if Duan Xiyang weren’t here, it’s likely that the Emperor Ziwei couldn’t take it back from Feng Yun.

The two with ashen faces didn’t speak, returning to their seats with sullen expressions.

The only hope now is: hopefully, other sects also have been shaved bald.

That way, our embarrassment would be lessened...

True to expectations, the second ones out were indeed the Heavenly Palace.

The Heavenly Palace also had one hundred and fifty people enter.

The Deity of the Sun and the Deity of the Moon nearly popped their eyes out, as they only saw thirty-six come out.

"The others... are all dead inside?"

Jiang Bihuai’s face was somber: "Yes. The other junior brothers and sisters... have all unfortunately perished."

All sect elders felt a black shadow over their eyes, if both Heavenly Palace and the Underworld experienced such heavy casualties, then what about us?

Then came a strong question: although dangerous before, past Yin Yang Realm trials never resulted in such heavy casualties.

"This time... with heavy losses, at least there are some gains..."

Jiang Bihuai submitted his Space Ring: "All the gains of the junior brothers and sisters are consolidated in my ring. Not much gained..."

"Having gains is good."

The Deity of the Sun took the ring, checked it, and immediately a smile curled up his face.

Glancing at King Qinguang and King Chu Jiang.