There were roughly one hundred fifty cultivators in each group. The Xuantian sect had mobilized only it's inner court disciples. So, their number was lesser compared to the devil army.
Zhan Chen took a look at each of his group members and found displeased expression on many of their faces. Many of them were unsatisfied with the fact that someone as young as Zhan Chen was going to lead them.
"Everyone, please listen to me. I know many senior brother and sisters are unsatisfied with me being the group leader. I can understand your emotion. So, why don't we have a little competition here? As long as any of you manage to defeat me, I will handover my position to that person", Zhan Chen spoke as he clasped his hands towards his group members. He was not keeping his voice down. So, his words attracted the attention of other groups.
"Junior brother, are you serious?", a burly disciple asked. He had a glint on his face as he looked towards Zhan Chen.
