Chapter 1247 The Last 1

He didn't look at anyone once throughout the entire process.

He simply raised his head slowly.

His gaze swept over everyone, over the high platform, and looked toward the boundless sky.

That look in his eyes was calm and indifferent.

It was as if nothing in this world was worth bowing down to him.

Boundless! Unfettered! Dustless! Abyssless! Unscarred!

The five of them were like the most dazzling stars, shining brightly on the white jade square where there were many geniuses!

They were like five mountains pressing down on everyone's heads; their powerful aura and noble demeanor made it difficult for everyone to breathe!

These five individuals are all of legitimate royal blood, possess top-tier talent and cultivation resources, and their achievements put immense pressure on everyone else!

The atmosphere of resignation and despair that had been present in the square had vanished.

Instead, there was a purer, resigned stillness.

"What else is there to compete in?"

A monk muttered to himself, his voice not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet square.

"Exactly, what's the point of competing?"

"Any one of their five royal grandsons could give us a run for our money."

"Now all five of them have appeared at once, what's going on? Are they clearing out the area?"

"I think I've figured it out now. This Gathering of Prodigies is just a private event for the royal family. We're just here to make up the numbers."

A burly-looking man, his face full of resentment.

A tall, thin cultivator next to him sneered upon hearing this.

"Just to make up the numbers? You think you're worthy?"

"Look at their results, 260,000! And what about us? I worked so hard, risked my life, and only got a little over 300."

"More than three hundred!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, pointing to his own nose.

"More than three hundred. Wherever I go, people will respectfully call me an elite."

"But here? I'm fucking trash! I don't even deserve to be a filler. We're just background, just there to create atmosphere!"

These words silenced everyone around.

Yes.

Atmosphere group.

This word precisely hits everyone's sore spot.

The achievements they made, even at the cost of their lives, are nothing compared to these real monsters.

"Stop talking, my Dao Heart has already turned into crystal, it will shatter with a single sweep."

"I want to go home."

"Damn it, if I had known it was going to be a battle of gods, I wouldn't have come. Wouldn't it have been better to just stay home and sleep?"

Complaints rose and fell.

But most people simply remained silent.

They looked at the five radiant royal grandsons with complex expressions.

There is jealousy.

There was resentment.

But more than anything, it felt like a powerless situation.

A sense of powerlessness that comes from the depths of one's soul when facing an insurmountable barrier.

in the corner.

Gu Hanchuan's gaze remained fixed on Wujiang from beginning to end.

He stuck out his tongue and slowly licked his dry lips.

Within those dark, demonic eyes burned a flame called "excitement."

The stronger the prey, the more interesting the hunt will be.

No?

the other side.

Xiao Jianchen slowly closed his eyes.

The soaring sword intent emanating from his body completely subsided at this moment.

The previous sharp edge has disappeared.

But it has become more reserved and pure.

He simply stood there quietly, his entire being like a peerless divine sword hidden in its sheath.

If we don't go out, then so be it.

When it is released, it will surely be earth-shattering!

The faces of the royal grandsons, Wu Yuan and Wu Shang, whose records had just been broken, were not so pleasant.

They exchanged a glance and both saw deep frustration in each other's eyes.

Especially that guy named Wujiang.

This guy does it every single time!

They insist on waiting until the very end to make a stunning entrance and steal the spotlight from everyone else!

Seriously, what a show-off!

On the high platform.

The prince took in the expressions of everyone below.

He witnessed the despair and resignation of those ordinary monks.

They also saw Gu Hanchuan's excitement and fighting spirit.

Furthermore, we witnessed Xiao Jianchen's composure and transformation.

A satisfied smile curved the corners of his mouth.

He turned his head and spoke calmly to the guard beside him.

"It's almost done."

The guards bowed their heads respectfully.

"Your Highness, may we now announce the official start of the arena battle?"

The prince shook his head.

He picked up the teacup beside him and gently blew on the floating tea leaves.

"Not urgent."

"Let them experience it a little longer."

"This feeling of despair will be of great benefit to their future growth."

His voice was soft, yet it carried a sense of complete control.

Despite his words, his tone betrayed an undisguised smugness and pride.

Because that's the advantage of royal blood!

No matter how strong those sect prodigies and family saints are, or how dazzling their achievements are, they will ultimately be suppressed by the royal bloodline!

He wanted everyone present to know that only their royal bloodline possessed the true top-tier talent!

The prince turned his head and looked in the other direction.

There, there was another prodigy who was comparable to these members of the royal family, named Xiang Guanhong.

This Xiang Guanhong, from General Xiang's mansion, also possesses terrifying talent!

"Xiang Guanhong is not bad either, but compared to the royal bloodline, he is still somewhat lacking!" the prince said with a faint smile.

The servant beside him nodded and bowed obsequiously, saying, "Of course, the royal bloodline is the most outstanding quality, how could a general's mansion compare?"

The prince chuckled twice, then ordered the top one thousand spots to be tallied, and then prepared for the next round of the competition.

On the high platform, the prince slowly put down his teacup.

The bottom of the cup made a soft sound as it touched the table.

The sound wasn't loud, but it sounded like a signal.

The guard understood immediately and stepped forward, gathering his energy in his dantian, his voice as loud as a great bell, resounding throughout the entire White Jade Square!

"Inventory complete!"

"A total of one thousand people have advanced to the next round!"

The words fell.

A huge golden scroll suddenly unfurled in the sky above the square!

On the scroll, a thousand names, radiating a faint glow, are arranged in order from top to bottom.

The top ten names are even more dazzling and eye-catching!

First place: Wujiang, 260,000 coins!

Second place: Wuchen, 253,000!

Third place: Wu Wang, 250,000 pieces!

Fourth place: Wu Shang, 245,000!

Fifth place: Xiang Guanhong, 242,000 pieces!

Sixth place: Wuyuan, 240,000!