"That guy... is she really a Golden Immortal? Why do I feel like she has designs on me? Could it be because I'm just too handsome?"
Watching Wen Xin's retreating figure, Bao Xiaotou stood where he was, stroking his chin as he sank into thought.
"She only has designs on your attainments in formations, not on you."
Dugu Feng leaned closer and whispered, but Bao Xiaotou turned away, refusing to listen any longer.
He might not have a face that could topple kingdoms, but he was still a handsome man. Could it be that senior truly had not been moved by his looks at all?
He could not figure it out, but he felt pretty good about himself.
"Who would have thought that merely a transfer station in some remote place would put us under such immense pressure?"
"Everyone, it's time to get to work. Once we're inside, kill everyone who tries to compete with us for the slots."
Ye Lin stretched his limbs and spoke in a low voice. The competition was even fiercer than he had imagined.
Among millions—even tens of millions—of geniuses, there were only thirty thousand slots, and the number of slots their side occupied was clearly considerable.
The large teleportation array only opened once every ten thousand years. In other words, if they missed this chance, they would have to wait a full ten thousand years.
And did you think ten thousand years would be enough? Perhaps in ten thousand years, the competitive pressure would be even greater than now, with even more people than before.
Besides, this was only a remote region. There were still the Third Region, the Second Region, the First Region, and the Central Star Domain.
Every wave of selection and elimination had a fixed quota.
If his guess was correct,