"Let's go!"
At last, Du Yuanlong gave an unwilling, icy snort and turned to leave.
Since he couldn't get an entry slot from this Yan Yang, there was no point in staying. He would have to think of something else.
If he hadn't recently learned that something major would happen during this War of Ten Thousand Races, Du Yuanlong wouldn't have cared much about this entry slot at all.
But now that he knew, he naturally wanted to do whatever it took to get one.
Because if he could place well in the Nirvana Realm competition—even if he didn't take first—he would still gain tremendous benefits.
Unfortunately, his plan to secure a slot from that kid called Yan Yang, which should have been a sure thing, had failed.
Du Yuanlong was furious!
Seeing his big brother so angry, Du Yuanhu didn't know what to say. He hurried after him, but before leaving, he glanced at Qin Shaofeng and let a smug smile creep across his lips.
Heh, Yan Yang!
Let's see how long you stay alive now!
Gone?
Feeling Du Yuanhu and Du Yuanlong's auras disappear, Qin Shaofeng knew without turning around that they had left.
At that moment, however, his brow furrowed slightly.
"I didn't expect entry slots could be handed over to other people like that. What's going on?"
Qin Shaofeng didn't understand Du Yuanlong's actions, but from the brothers' behavior, he had learned one thing: these so-called entry slots could be transferred.
That gave Qin Shaofeng a strange feeling.
"Something doesn't seem right about this so-called Human-Devil competition. It's only meant to decide the victor between humans and devils, yet the rules keep getting changed. What's going on?"
As far as Qin Shaofeng knew, nothing like this had ever happened in any previous War of Ten