Eight immortals crossed the sea, each displaying their own divine powers.
"We'll be going on ahead."
As the scramble began, eight Inner Court male students with flying-type Martial Souls shot forward in an instant. They were incredibly fast, each locking onto a spot in the first row. Clearly, they had coordinated beforehand so they would not compete with one another.
What made the Outer Court students cry out in amazement was that among those eight, three were actually Soul Saints, while the other five were Soul Emperors. Every one of them possessed the optimal Soul Ring configuration.
"Heh."
The Agility Attack System Soul Masters in the rear were naturally no less capable. Afterimages flickered through the night, and in the blink of an eye, they caught up to the first batch of students with flying-type Martial Souls.
All fifty male students participating in the gathering released their Soul Rings at once. Colors of every kind intertwined, glaringly conspicuous in the darkness and dazzling to the eye.
"You two aren't going?" Beibei looked at Xu Sanshi and He Caitou in confusion.
He Caitou shook his head. "I'm just here to go through the motions. Any spot in the last row will do."
Xu Sanshi chuckled. "Want to guess what my Fourth Soul Skill is?"
Beibei's expression froze. "You really aren't afraid of Senior beating you to death, are you?"
"Fair competition... It's about time." Xu Sanshi looked at the Seniors who had already begun fighting over positions and smiled faintly. His body moved as he leaped up at an unhurried pace, using the Darkwater Turtle Shell Shield as footholds to propel himself forward. Before long, he caught up with the main group.
Beibei lightly tapped the water's surface with his toes and activated Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to follow after him.