The Great Elder of the Ghost Race was initially stunned, but then a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Participate in the competition?
These two exiled "omen of misfortune," it was fortunate enough that they didn't die back then, and now they dare to dream of returning to the Ghost Race to compete?
"Ignorant!" he sneered internally.
A mere Commander Level human, even with the protection of a Monarch Peak from the Blood Race, so what?
The Ghost Race has ten elders, all at Monarch Peak, and the Clan Leader is even at Totem Level...
Do they hope to challenge the entire Ghost Race with just a Monarch Peak from the Blood Race?
In their dreams!
The surrounding ghost tribesmen, upon hearing Gu Xing's request, all looked on with ridicule.
"Did I hear wrong? A human with two exiles wants to enter our competition?"
"What a joke, do these outcasts really think they're fit to return?"
"I think they're tired of living, why not just..."
