The number of talents participating in the Ghost Guards selection wasn't much, possibly less than one hundred.
But among these one hundred, each had the power to challenge a hundred opponents. The moment they took to the skies, their terrifying auras clashed, instantly creating the grandeur of a ten thousand-strong gathering.
"A bunch of trash, what a waste of time."
Fu Ying, hands clasped behind his back, walked leisurely in midair. His eyes shot out two tangible rays of light, and any trace of Vigorous Air touched by this light was instantly incinerated like cotton paper, unable to withstand even a moment.
With a light drift of his body, Fu Ying landed on the nearest platform.
"Streamlight Fist!"
A muscular young man punched forward with his left arm, which was as solid as an iron pillar. The fist's brilliance sparked like a flame, stinging the eyes of a few of the Devil Path talents near him, causing them to shut their eyes. Taking advantage of this, he occupied a platform.