"Eternal Sect had passed the third realm. If they pass the fourth realm too, they'll be setting a new record!"
While Jun Changxiao and his disciples recovered their breathing in the Slaughter Realm, martial artists across the various provinces and counties were discussing it.
Ever since the Battle of the Emperors ended, the highest record for challengers entering the Ten Directions Desperate Tower had only been the third realm.
"Judging from the first three stages, they don't seem to have posed any substantial threat to Eternal Sect. Breaking the record should be easy."
"Each realm higher in the Ten Directions Desperate Tower becomes more difficult. What's more, Ye Xingchen is dragging them down. They might very well get wiped out at any moment."
"That guy may be dead weight, but it's not that serious, is it?"
Under the live broadcast, Ye Xingchen had been thoroughly branded by martial artists everywhere with labels such as 'carried to victory' and 'burden.'
It was quite helpless.
And quite tragic.
In truth, Ye Xingchen had worked very hard.
Although he had not helped in the second and third realms, at least he had not dragged them down. At least he had persevered.
If he had not been specially targeted, this live broadcast of challenging the Ten Directions Desperate Tower would definitely have been the perfect stage for him to show off!
Crack!
After his Spiritual Energy recovered, Ye Xingchen clenched his fists tightly, the rage in his heart burning wildly.
His fellow disciples were clearing stages with ease, while only he looked so battered and miserable. He simply could not accept it!
"Junior Brother Ye."
Li Qingyang comforted him. "Don't lose heart, don't be discouraged. If there's danger, we martial brothers will bear it together."
Upon hearing this, Ye Xingchen, whose pride was stronger