The competition among Martial Saints to host the annual Celestial Pride Positioning Competition was always extremely fierce.
Although these youths were currently weak, their talent was extraordinary. Once they entered university, with an ample supply of resources, they would quickly develop immense combat strength, reaching heights most Martial Artists could only dream of.
Making an appearance today would surely leave a shocking impact on them, etching the name Zhuo Feiming, Commander of the Shenxiao Army, into their minds. When it came time for military recruitment, they would naturally feel a certain affinity for the Shenxiao Army. Besides, who knew how many Grandmasters, or even Martial Saints, would emerge from these 876 prodigies in the long years to come.
The seeds of destiny had been sown.
'If only I could poach all these little ones for the Shenxiao Army...'
Zhuo Feiming mused to herself as she watched the eager crowd.
'Hmm? I sense battle intent...'
