The Selection Begins

Under the platform, the ten instructors and their students were waiting quietly.

Each of them had their own divine light flowing around their bodies. At the same time, their auras diffused faintly in the selection venue.

The students outside the venue all quieted down, waiting for the speaker on the platform to speak.

Jiang Aotian looked at the instructors and students who had already arrived. He coughed lightly.

The divine voice came out of his mouth and turned into a sound wave that rushed into the surroundings, creating a spatial ripple.

With his hands behind his back, the halo behind him began to appear. A mighty aura spread out, pressing down on the ordinary gods outside the arena while making them unable to open their eyes.

Those who were slightly stronger could still hold on and look toward the center of the arena.