Everyone Here is Trash!

"We'll be taking three slots then!"

An emotionless voice resounded through the open space. Wang Xian, Mo Qinglong, and Mo Yuan were striding to the right with beaming faces.

"Hur?"

"The three of them?"

The voice cut the silence in the courtyard of the villa. All the Half-step to Inborn Experts were slightly taken aback as they looked over doubtfully.

"Three slots for you?"

The Four Heavenly Blades turned to the trio with arrogance on their faces. They revealed a hint of sarcasm. "You don't take the slots. You fight for them with your own strength!"

"There's a lad among them. If you want three slots, you should get on your knees and beg us for it!"

The four of them mocked the trio, especially when they saw Wang Xian.

How dare a lad ask them for a slot?

"Hehe, beg you guys? You better scram!"

Mo Yuan cast his icy-cold gaze at the Four Heavenly Blades. With a swift movement, he attacked them directly.