Chen Xiaobei and Ling Qingfeng walked out of the villa.
About ten people had now gathered outside.
They all looked pretty young – all under thirty.
From their clothing and their demeanor, all these people seemed to be of notable status and rank.
"They will all be competing in the martial arts contest!" Ling Qingfeng said. "Other than these ten competitors from the eliminating rounds, the rest have all come from royal families of high-ranking starfields or have a background related to a faction! There are even a few elites from Apocalyptic Starfield!"
"Wow, that is indeed a lot of people…" Disturbed, Chen Xiaobei quickly used his Netherspirit Battlescouter to find out everyone else's strength.
After scouting around, Chen Xiaobei determined that they were all pretty strong with considerably impressive cultivation.
