Thud!
The sight of Sifang Beichen dropping to his knees, the crisp crack of his knees striking the ground—seemingly faint yet truly deafening—echoed again and again in the ears of the other 998 geniuses in the Tianming Camp.
It lingered for a long time.
As he knelt, his deathly pale face, nearly convulsing body, and twisted gaze gave him the air of someone on the brink of death. It was clear just how far he had pushed himself at that moment.
Such a "miserable state" was unfamiliar to every Primordial Chaos Clan member present. Never before had anyone seen Sifang Beichen in such a sorry condition.
In every previous Destiny Gravity Field, or any other devilish training, even if he could not breeze through it, he had always endured with dignity.
But now, he had lost!
Lost to an outsider!
And lost at the level of innate talent itself!
That kneel did not signify submission. It was the collapse of someone who had escaped death at his limit, yet it had truly happened before all those geniuses. It was hard not to find it strange, uncomfortable, and stifling... before drawing in a sharp breath.
Thus, the Destiny Gravity Field fell utterly silent. One could hear a needle hit the ground. Everyone held their breath and stared blankly, not daring to make a sound.
Even so, these people wore two kinds of expressions.
One kind was like Hang Chen and the others: disbelief, lingering fury, even denser killing intent, and even a hint of schadenfreude. They sneered inwardly, thinking Li Tianming had truly offended someone he absolutely could not afford to offend.
The other kind sank into deep thought and deliberation. Though they could not understand it, they were inclined to acknowledge one fact: in this additional trial, Sifang Beichen and