The tally clerks, now at the back, were growing impatient and yawning.
Those disciples from the various sects who arrived later either had a dozen Demonizers, or just a few.
There were even some with just one or two traffickers, which was somewhat embarrassing to present.
The surrounding crowd made a commotion, saying not to waste everyone's time and that there was no need to continue tallying for those at the back.
Lin Daoyi of Mount Mao stared at Long Fei with a cold sneer, "Long Fei, you're good at killing your own people, but how many of the Demon Race have you killed?"
"A bunch of rats, they probably walk around when they see the Demon Race."
Wudang Lin Daoqi coldly chimed in.
Zhang Ziheng of Dragon-Tiger Mountain said with a smile, "Fellow Daoists, don't speak so harshly; it's the participation that counts! Without these fellow Daoists to make up the numbers, how could we demonstrate our fame?"
A group of geniuses burst into laughter, all with an air of arrogance.
