As Miss Feng reached the summit, more and more people arrived in succession. At the elder's signal, those who came afterward learned that few places remained. They hurriedly cupped their fists in thanks, then, not daring to hesitate, charged into the pool faster than they had ever moved in their lives.
Naturally, while some arrived in time, others were a little too late to secure a place. All ten places in the pool at the summit had now been claimed, but five young men and women still stood gathered outside it, their faces brimming with anger.
"Senior, how could all the places already be taken? There were only five or six people at most between us and Miss Feng, who came first! Ten places should have been more than enough!"
They were all outstanding young talents of the Central Plains, and their cultivation had been smooth sailing all their lives. Now, after enduring a thousand hardships to reach the summit, they discovered that all their efforts had amounted to scooping water with a bamboo basket. How could they accept that? They angrily demanded an explanation from the elder.
"Hmph, there are only ten places, and the Blood Pool is right here. Would I lie to juniors like you? I have heard of this Miss Feng you speak of. Though her talent is peerless, she was not the first to reach the summit. Four people had already entered the Blood Pool before her. Just because you failed to notice them, don't speak as though your assumptions were facts."
Being berated by these Dou Emperor juniors naturally enraged the elder. However, each of their backgrounds was more formidable than the last, and the Gold Devouring Rats held no advantage whatsoever against the human factions.
If he had not feared that harming these