Dyon didn't stop. He forced them to listen for days as he listened over almost 20 000 names and how each and every one met their gruesome death.

Then, as if it wasn't enough, once he was finished with his father, he began to list the crimes of his mother.

Those who had been called by Dyon, but had lesser degrees of severity attached to their names couldn't help but toward him with disgust. Even those who had comparable degrees of freedom bowed their heads in shame.

On the day to day basis, they nonchalantly killed as they pleased, but never had they heard their deeds read back to them in this way.

Of course, there were still individuals who believed that their lives were simply worth more than these 'vermin'. As for those individuals, Dyon took mental note of them all. Their paths would end here, they would never rise in his Mortal Alliance.

"Your parents have done all of these horrible things, yet you dare to feel enraged about their deaths? You yourself have done such horrible things, yet you dare to stick your chest out and pretend to be important before me?

"Let me make one thing very clear. I did not call you here because I value you. In fact, in my thoughts, you're all quite useless. Each of you has already entered the celestial realm, it's far too difficult to mold you into anything better.

"Here, I am the noble and you are the commoners. The only difference is that while I also look down on you, I'm willing to give you a chance."

The shock of Dyon's display was fully ingrained into the memories of the geniuses gathered there.

Though cultivators had great memories, it wasn't to the point of being infallible. On top of that, which dao expert would take the time to learn the names of long dead commoners? And to remember how they died on top of that?

By Brady's lack of a rebuttal, it became clear to all there that he had at least witnessed some of these cruel murders personally. Even the most thick-skinned individual would find it shameless to still speak with your chest puffed out after such an ordeal was exposed.

This wasn't the most shocking part either. They had all been there at the trials. If Dyon spent his time going through each and every victim, it would take years to finish going through everyone. But, they all knew that each trial only last a couple days at most

So not only did he manage to remember such a large amount of information, he was capable of processing it all at ungodly speeds. If it wasn't for the fact he deliberately spoke out every syllable this time around, would he really have needed days to finish? Of course not!

Seeing through all of this, the more astute geniuses couldn't help but raise Dyon's position in their heart by several notches. At the same time, they grew more cautious.

"Your role here today is simple. You will fight.

"Those who meet my standards will be brought into a special program of mine while those unworthy will be left to their own devices, free to prove me wrong with your effort."

Dyon's eyes scanned the room. "This program will give you the opportunity to seek a path toward becoming Demon Generals, though the truth of the matter is that this is a fleeting dream.

"There are three requirements for becoming a Demon General. First, you must cultivate my chosen cultivation technique, this means abolishing your cultivation. Second, you must completely enter the celestial realm with the standard of a 7th Order Celestial at a minimum. And, thirdly, your loyalty cannot be questioned.

"The leash of a Demon General is even shorter than that of a common citizen. Even a misdemeanor is grounds for expulsion from our forces, and there will be no appeal, nor will there be any second chances.

"You will be chosen based on my eye test. If you do not like this method, you can leave.

"You will each have a chance to fight a battle. Do you best and maybe you can change your Fate."

"W-w-will we have to fight you?" A timid petite girl of the Pakal Clan managed to squeeze out her question. But, despite her appearance, Dyon wasn't fooled. This 'timid' girl was given the very same First Grade of Severity Brady had been given. In a lot of ways, she was only step away from reaching the Second Grade and losing the right to stand here.

She would often challenge warriors to battles and spars, only to 'accidentally' kill them by using too much force. The only reason Dyon didn't give her a higher grade of Severity was because whether he liked it or not, her murders occurred within legitimate circumstances, and in many cases, she challenged those that should have been stronger than her.

With this information, it would seem that she would deserved the zeroth grade of severity, but Dyon felt that there was something sinister about her spirit. She most definitely entered battle looking to kill. She satiated that desire by challenging warriors to spar

Thea Pakal. Yet another Dyon would need to keep an eye on.

Unexpected, Dyon smiled coldly at her words.

"Is there a problem with me battling?"

"I-i-it's j-just that Leader i-is very strong How could you gauge our talent"

Dyon's gaze seemed to be amused, causing Thea's innocent expression to freeze.

"I think there's a bit of a misunderstanding. I'm younger than you all by quite a large margin. If I'm not able to gauge your talent, then who is?"

What a joke In Celestial Quadrant, one could be a genius by reaching the celestial realm within a thousand years. Many Dyon had gathered here were already over a thousand years old, some were over two thousand. In another parallel existence, Dyon would call them elders.

Thea's appearance became flustered. How could she ever expect such a thing?

"Tell me, who has an age stone, lest some believe I'm speaking nonsense."