"They aren't even at Divine-level yet they dare to participate in the Netherworld God Temple assessment? Are they courting death?" A Divine-level expert in black attire sneered dismissively.
"Just a bunch of clowns. They hope to gain a good reputation in this kind of assessment, but they might not even pass the first stage," another middle-aged Divine-level expert sneered.
"I do hope they can pass the first stage; that way, we can slaughter them all," a bald Divine-level expert said with a bloodthirsty smile.
Other Divine-level experts laughed mockingly.
In their eyes, Xu Nian and the others were just ants.
Xu Nian didn't pay attention to these fellows; the ones talking were merely at the early stage of Divine-level.
They posed little threat to him.
What he truly cared about were the three from Futu Mountain.
These three stood there, seeming out of place.
But the cold aura they emitted made many Divine-level experts around wary of them.
