Those bursts of Profound Qi were getting more and more intense.
Ye Qing Luo was stunned momentarily as her line of sight flew past their chests, looking at the light which their Profound Heart Jade gave out, her eyes suddenly widened.
Her heart was thrown into disarray as though ten thousand horses had just raced wildly through it.
Damn!
Where's the waste class standard which was agreed upon?
Among these eight, the lowest Profound Grade was Mystic Profound Third Grade!
The highest was Mystic Profound Ninth Grade!
Was the Academy certain that these people recruited were the lowest ranking freshmen?
Were they certain that the devil class were labelled as waste?
If these people were waste, then those students in the low and intermediate classes were a joke…..
Ye Qing Luo scoffed lightly as her lips curled into a mocking and icy curve.