Chapter 1244 Four Top Prodigies
He turned around slowly.
For the first time, a cold gaze fell upon Gu Hanchuan, Shi Kai, and Mu Wanling.
That look in his eyes held neither provocation nor arrogance.
There was only one pure, deep-seated condescension and... impatience.
He parted his thin lips slightly and uttered four words.
"Nothing more than that!"
Four words, cold and contemptuous, like four invisible swords, pierced the hearts of everyone in the square.
The entire audience fell completely silent.
Everyone's thoughts went blank, like puppets whose power had been cut off, standing frozen in place.
Two hundred and thirty-five thousand.
This number has exceeded the limits of their imagination.
The person who set this record, however, spoke the most arrogant words in the most nonchalant tone.
He didn't even glance at the three monsters who were also standing atop the clouds.
It was a kind of indifference that came from the very marrow of one's bones.
It was as if in his eyes, Gu Hanchuan, Shi Kai, and Mu Wanling, these three who made everyone feel suffocated, were really just "nothing special".
How arrogant!
How arrogant!
The other end of the square.
The solemn expression on Mu Wanling's pretty face, which had been serious, slowly faded away as she walked in her flowing blue dress.
She glanced deeply at Xiao Jianchen's retreating figure, then gently shook her head and looked away.
There was no anger or resentment in his eyes, only a calm that suggested they were on different paths and could not work together.
It's as if it's saying, "Your sword is very sharp."
But my path does not lie in this.
Not far away, Shi Kai's usually calm and collected eyes suddenly ignited with a fierce fighting spirit for the first time.
He stared intently at Xiao Jianchen, his aura rising steadily, like a dormant volcano about to erupt!
But he ultimately suppressed the impulse.
He simply turned around silently, returned to his original position, and his eyes regained their firmness and composure.
The real showdown takes place in the ring.
There's no point in trying to gain an advantage through words now.
Only Gu Hanchuan.
That handsome yet sinister demon prince who viewed all things as mere straw dogs.
The smile on his face, after freezing for a moment, did not disappear; instead, it grew wider and wider in a strange arc!
The cruelty and bloodlust that had been there before were gone from that smile.
Instead, there was an almost manic excitement!
An extreme ecstasy of finding one's own kind!
"Ah……"
"Hehehe..."
He chuckled softly, his chest heaving violently, the laughter growing louder and more unrestrained!
"Hahahahahaha!"
A burst of wild laughter, like thunder, exploded in the deathly quiet square!
He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his dry lips. In his dark, demonic eyes burned a flame powerful enough to devour everything!
He stared intently at Xiao Jianchen's back, his voice hoarse and excited.
"it is good!"
"Great!"
"Finally... they didn't disappoint me!"
His voice was filled with undisguised trembling and pleasure.
"Another formidable opponent!"
Faced with this undisguised challenge.
Xiao Jianchen turned his head slightly and glanced at Gu Hanchuan, who had fallen into madness, out of the corner of his eye.
That gaze was so cold it carried no human emotion whatsoever.
It was like a god looking down on an ant that was jumping around.
"The methods of the White Bone Demon Sect."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire square.
"I will learn from you on the final stage."
Done.
He turned his head away completely and never looked at Gu Hanchuan again.
Complete disregard.
Utter contempt!
Gu Hanchuan's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped.
The manic excitement on his face quickly faded, replaced by an extremely dangerous calm.
His all-consuming demonic eyes were fixed on Xiao Jianchen's back.
If looks could kill, Xiao Jianchen would probably have been slowly sliced to death a thousand times over by now!
The curve of his lips became increasingly eerie and sinister.
"it is good."
A single word was squeezed out from between his teeth.
"You'll be satisfied."
Gu Hanchuan stuck out his tongue and licked his lips again, the malice in his eyes almost tangible.
“I will personally dismantle your sword bone inch by inch.”
"Make it into my new collection."
"You'll be very satisfied then."
He didn't deliberately raise his voice when he said this.
But the chilling, sinister aura caused all the cultivators around who heard it to shiver uncontrollably.
This is no longer a challenge.
This is a harbinger of death!
However, faced with this blatant threat of death, Xiao Jianchen's back did not sway in the slightest.
He remained standing as straight as ever.
ignore.
Or ignore it.
Gu Hanchuan's threat was nothing more than the buzzing of mosquitoes in his ear, not even worthy of making him frown.
This utter disregard is more humiliating than any vehement rebuttal!
The killing intent in Gu Hanchuan's eyes reached its peak!
He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and demonic energy surged around him, almost ready to strike on the spot!
But in the end, he managed to hold back.
He slowly loosened his fist, and that sinister smile returned to his face, but now there was no excitement in that smile, only endless coldness and killing intent.
"We...will see!"
The murderous intent, almost solidified, hovered in the air above the square.
The standoff between Gu Hanchuan and Xiao Jianchen made the air thick and oppressive.
However, the review process must continue.
Those responsible for helping the prodigies count their tokens took a deep breath and forced themselves to break free from the aura of the two monsters.
One by one, the results were reported, but most of them were mediocre.
The better ones cost over ten thousand, the worse ones cost over a thousand, and the worst ones only cost two digits, or even single digits!
In short, a series of ordinary numbers.
The impact of those four monsters, each costing at least 200,000, was simply too intense.
So much so that when the prodigies in the square hear these numbers in the hundreds and thousands, instead of laughing, they feel a strange sense of familiarity.
This is right!
This is the competitive environment we're familiar with!
Several hundred is already a pretty good result.
Several thousand—that's the elite!
As for tens of thousands?
Those are extremely rare!
Everyone's tense nerves finally relaxed.
Some people even breathed a sigh of relief, plopped down on the ground, and felt like they had come back to life.
"Damn, that scared me to death."
"I thought that these days, you'd be embarrassed to show your face if you didn't have at least 100,000 tokens."
"That's right, those four weren't human at all!"
"It's normal now, I feel comfortable."
The atmosphere gradually shifted from suffocating to relaxed, even somewhat joyful.
People began to chat and laugh, commenting on the performances of each of the top performers, and the square returned to its usual hustle and bustle.
Those four mountains weighing on their hearts seem to have been selectively forgotten by them.
