As they spoke, their words also swept up the two people.
"You still have such a sharp tongue."
The two saw this and could only sigh helplessly: "This time, you are the chief examiner, and you have priority in selection rights. We certainly won't compete fiercely with you, but if he has no intention of joining your sect, please spare him and don't force it."
"The way you're saying it, it sounds like I'm some kind of ravenous beast, needing to 'spare' him?"
Nine Yang Dance snorted coldly, putting on a domineering stance: "In any case, I'm the chief examiner this time, and I pick first. You can't snatch, or I'll report you to the teacher!"
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"..."
Upon hearing this, the two could only smile wryly.
For such a talented new recruit, even among Martial Gods, fierce competition is inevitable.
After all, resources, financial or human, are essential for even the Divine Martial Supremes to strengthen themselves from all fronts.
