The humans had two million cultivators spread over 340 warships. None of them were below fifth-stage Saint Realm. Everyone wanted a chance to prove themselves. Thus, everyone offered to fight. However, only 10 spots were available. How were they supposed to please everyone? Thus, the numerous young Gods started arguing with each other over the spots.

"Zhao Wei from my group is the strongest among all fifth-stage Saints. He will be the best candidate."

"Hmph. My follower, Zhan Peng, has the bloodline of the celestial peng. His combat strength is unrivaled. He must have one of the spots."

"Not only is my disciple unrivaled among his peers, but his speed is the fastest as well. He has the absolute advantage on the battlefield. He must be one of the fighters."

"I, Wang Chong, have survived nine...