"N-no..."
The two Nether Race Cultivators didn't dare to object and could only lower their heads.
"And you?"
The Corpse Race man looked toward Lu Mingyuan, his eyes filled with mocking amusement.
'As long as I collect enough battle-corpses, my power will grow immense. This entrance challenge is practically tailor-made for me.'
"Me?"
Lu Mingyuan pointed to himself and asked in surprise.
"You've taken all the corpses. How am I supposed to get into the Great Nether Divine Institute?"
The Corpse Race man burst out laughing, his tone laced with scorn. "Hahaha, that's simple—just don't. The weak don't deserve to enter the Divine Institute and study the Divine Prayer Skill."
Hearing this, Lu Mingyuan couldn't help but sigh.
Seeing him react this way, the Corpse Race man laughed. "Scared?"
Lu Mingyuan shook his head. "No. I was just marveling at my good fortune. How lucky am I to run into a self-righteous idiot like you? You'll make a perfect appetizer."
"You!"
