Star Alliance Conscription Envoy

Aboard the giant spirit vessel, the Star Alliance banner snapped in the wind. It was the party sent to conscript martial artists.

The cabin doors flew open, and the conscription envoy lightly tapped the void with his toes, landing steadily in the square before Seven Kill Hall.

After sweeping his gaze over the people lined up before the hall, the envoy's previously calm expression instantly darkened until it seemed water could drip from it.

He was no fool. How could he fail to see the tricks these people were playing?

Their auras were terribly mixed and impure, utterly lacking the condensed restraint a true expert ought to possess.

There were even a few who could not be bothered to keep up the act at all.

Their auras spilled freely from their bodies, hollow and unstable. They could not even manage the most basic concealment of their aura.

They might as well have carved the four words "passing off inferior goods" across their faces.

But on second thought, this was actually not so bad.

At least Seven Kill Hall had managed to scrape together this many people.

Though every one of them was all show and no substance, it was still better than the previous factions, which could not even gather enough people.

With that thought, more than half the envoy's anger subsided. He snorted coldly, his gaze landing directly on Yan Fentian.

"Not bad. At least you managed to gather the required number."

"Which of your sect's Universe Realm experts and Half-step Creation Realm expert will accompany the army this time?"

Yan Fentian's expression changed at once upon hearing this, his lips twitching hesitantly.

In truth, he was anxious as well.

The Grand Elder, who should have arrived long ago according to the plan, was nowhere to be seen even