"Does anyone else want the patriarch's position?" Lu Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back, his voice echoing across the martial ground.

Everyone held their tongue like cicadas in the cold, not one daring to answer. What had just unfolded was simply too shocking, and the toll too grievous.

Lu Changsheng had unleashed his divine ability only for a single breath, and the result?

Forty-two of the contestants were dead, with only Li Guang still standing. Those scions had been the finest of this generation, and now they were all dead. Who would still dare contend for the patriarch's position after that?

The elders of the Li Clan trembled, their faces ashen. Many of those forty-three scions had deep ties with these elders, and now all of them were gone. 

Lu Changsheng hadn't even killed them deliberately; the contestants had simply been too weak to withstand a second of his divine ability. Their minds had been too weak, or rather, Lu Changsheng's divine ability was too powerful, so much so that a Dao Foundation martial artist's mind would be snuffed out in the blink of an eye. 

It wasn't just Dao Foundation martial artists; a number of Divine Ability experts had died as well, and neither Li Chengwu nor the elders could have done anything to save them. 

The Divine Ability martial...