"Wait!"
The first old man in embroidered clothes among the Golden Core cultivators suddenly questioned, "I killed more demonic cultivators than this kid. Why wasn't I the first to choose, but this kid who's ranked ninth?"
As the old man in embroidered clothes spoke, the other four Golden Core cultivators also nodded in agreement.
The male Foundation Establishment cultivator, who was already holding a pair of flying wings in his arms, turned slightly pale when he heard that and a hint of anger flashed through his eyes.
However, the other party was a Golden Core cultivator. He couldn't offend him to death, or he would be the only one who would be unlucky in the end and even his family.
So, he could only lower his head and wait for the final outcome in silence.
