The pupils of the Loose Cultivator gradually filled with the image of a fist, and within three breaths, Zhou Kun had blown him up completely, leaving no trace behind.
"An ant, daring to negotiate with a dragon, truly ignorant."
Zhou Kun pulled out a handkerchief, wiped his fist, his face calm with a hint of satisfaction as he spoke.
Most of the Martial Artists present felt the air chill by dozens of degrees, and a shiver ran down their spines, calming their previously restless hearts.
"Haha, the three of you are the predetermined candidates of the Star Sect. It's not unreasonable to demand thirty slots."
"We at Star Commerce have three hundred people, and we want these slots."
A seemingly middle-aged man stepped out, his cultivation at the Heavenly Rank Fourth Stage, making him one of the top superiors here.
