The moment the cat folk patriarch's voice fell, everyone there turned into blurs, running towards the forest.
Qingyi was the one with the lowest cultivation among all those young people, the only one below the enlightened soul realm.
Still, he didn't care, ignoring the powerful Qi's falling on him as he disappeared into the forest.
He ran non-stop for several minutes, quickly moving kilometers away from the city.
Fortunately, he had received some tips from Jin'Rao the previous morning and now had a better understanding of how this competition worked.
The beasts would be judged in three categories: size, breed, condition of the carcass and cultivation, the last being the most important.
Sighing, Qingyi began his search, activating his draconic eyes and leaping up to appear above the treetops.
Looking closely at his surroundings, he could see a myriad of auras and battles exploding many kilometers away, with powerful pulses of Qi reaching him.
