Chapter 1241 A Cliff-like Lead
His breakdown was like lighting the fuse of a powder keg.
"Yes! We're not competing anymore!"
"This is a competition on a completely different level!"
"We're working ourselves to the bone, and they're just here to pad their numbers! Are you kidding me?"
"There's something fishy going on! There must be something fishy going on!"
More and more people started to clamor, and the scene got out of control.
Many of them were furious and couldn't accept that the gap between themselves and others was so large.
The guards responsible for maintaining order were covered in cold sweat, desperately trying to suppress the riot, but to no avail.
The prince on the high platform looked at the chaotic crowd, his face ashen, and his fingers tapped heavily on the armrest.
He never expected that Gu Hanchuan could cause such a huge commotion.
Many of the young people with strong auras also looked extremely pale.
Each of them was full of confidence in themselves.
Gu Hanchuan's grades were like an insurmountable mountain, weighing heavily on their hearts.
"What kind of monster is this guy...?"
A young man in a golden robe gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.
His original goal was to become the leader of this conference.
Now, that goal seems incredibly distant, even somewhat ridiculous.
"I don't believe he can maintain this state indefinitely."
A woman next to her spoke coldly, her eyes filled with resentment.
"The preliminary rounds are just the appetizer; the real battle is yet to come!"
"I refuse to believe he can remain invincible forever!"
Even so, her trembling fingertips betrayed her inner turmoil.
However, Gu Hanchuan, who was at the center of the storm, remained oblivious to everything around him.
He didn't even frown.
It was as if this achievement, which could drive so many people crazy, was nothing more than something he did casually.
Seeing that the situation was about to completely spiral out of control, the prince on the high platform had a face so dark it could drip water.
He tapped his fingers heavily on the armrest and stopped.
The temperature of the entire square dropped suddenly because of his tiny gesture.
"A bunch of...good-for-nothings."
The cold voice, devoid of any magical power, clearly reached everyone's ears.
next second.
An indescribable, terrifying pressure crashed down from the high platform!
That wasn't a gale, nor was it a giant wave.
That was an absolute crushing defeat that originated from the level of life itself!
hum!
The entire square, all the noise, came to an abrupt halt in that instant.
The air freezes.
Time has stood still.
The expressions on the faces of all the cultivators who were shouting, yelling, and venting their anger instantly froze.
Their hearts were gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making even their beating incredibly difficult.
Their bodies trembled violently, their clothes were soaked with sweat, and their faces were filled with fear and horror.
Those who were slightly weaker simply foamed at the mouth and fainted.
Even those self-proclaimed prodigies and young powerhouses were all pale-faced at this moment, and they were using all their strength to barely keep their bodies from collapsing.
Their spines were bent under this oppressive force.
What a terrifying power this is!
In the blink of an eye, he suppressed the entire scene!
The prince's cold gaze slowly swept over the crowd below, his eyes filled with no pity, only utter indifference.
"If you're not as skilled as others, all you can do is throw a tantrum and question the rules?"
"Are you worthy?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority that struck everyone's hearts deeply.
"When I preside over the Heavenly Pride Conference, I emphasize the principle of 'fairness'."
"Whether Gu Hanchuan's results are real or fake, I, the king, will judge for myself. Who are you to bark here?"
"If you lose, you should accept it!"
"Do you feel wronged or that it's been unfair?"
A cruel, cold smile curled at the corner of the prince's mouth.
"Then get out!"
"The Heavenly Pride Tournament does not accept cowards who cannot even face defeat!"
Anyone who makes a disturbance again will be killed without mercy!
The last three words, like the chilling ice of the deepest abyss, caused the temperature in the entire square to plummet once again.
Everyone kept their heads down, not daring to even breathe.
Fear had completely replaced their resentment and anger.
Only then did they realize the true nature of the being they were facing.
In the face of such a person, their petty thoughts and so-called self-esteem are simply a huge joke.
The prince's imposing aura gradually dissipated.
But that bone-chilling cold was imprinted deep in everyone's soul.
The entire square was completely silent.
The crowd, which had been so agitated moments before, was now as quiet as a flock of chickens with their necks choked.
The guard wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his trembling voice rang out again.
"Continue the count!"
"Next!"
In the deathly silence, a tall young cultivator was forcibly pushed out by his companions.
He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, shuffled onto the stage, and handed over his spatial bag.
The guard took it, and the magical artifact flashed with light.
"Zhou Tong, the total number of tokens is 31,000!"
Upon hearing this number, Zhou Tong's teammates in the audience instinctively wanted to cheer.
But the words stuck in his throat and he couldn't bring himself to say them.
Thirty-one thousand.
Previously, this would have been an achievement that would have caused quite a stir.
But now.
Compared to that glaring "230,000", it looks like a joke.
Zhou Tong's face instantly turned a deep liver color.
He could feel that the gazes directed at him were no longer filled with envy and awe, but rather with... pity.
He couldn't stand that look in his eyes.
He would rather be ridiculed than suffer this pity!
The inventory is still ongoing.
The atmosphere, however, grew increasingly eerie.
"Li Qing, the total number of tokens is forty-two thousand!"
"Sun Miao, the total number of tokens is 29,000!"
"Zhao Wuji, the total number of tokens is fifty-six thousand!"
One after another, achievements that would have been among the best in previous years were reported.
Each number represents a bloody battle and a near-death experience.
But now, these numbers seem so pale and powerless.
There was no cheering.
There was no surprise.
There was not even any discussion.
The entire square was shrouded in a depressing, deathly atmosphere.
With each result announced, a prodigy would walk off the stage dejectedly.
Their pride, their confidence, and the glory they once believed in were shattered in the face of the number "230,000".
Where is this supposed to be the Gathering of Prodigies?
This is a fucking execution ceremony for the prodigies!
Public execution!
"What's the point of even comparing?"
A cultivator who had just received his score of 38,000 muttered to himself, his eyes vacant.
"We worked hard for three months, risking our lives, and they just rubbed us into the ground with the flick of their fingers."
"The difference is greater than that between a person and a dog."
"Don't insult dogs. Dogs aren't even as miserable as us."
The person next to him added with a wry smile, his mouth full of bitterness.
