Luck—again, it was luck!
That was the only thing in everyone's mind. Bad luck, nothing but bad luck!
All of them stood there dumbfounded. Indeed, their luck had been bad—abysmally bad. If their luck had not been bad, why would they have chosen to participate in this Royal Court Competition? If their luck had not been bad, why would they have encountered such a bizarre examiner? If their luck had not been bad, why would they have stood beside freaks like Ye Xiwen and failed to snatch even a single token?
Luck, luck!
When all was said and done, describing it with luck seemed... somehow... more or less accurate!
For the first time, they discovered that their luck was truly not ordinarily bad.
If not for their dreadful luck, they would not have ended up like this!
"So if you want to lodge a complaint, go right ahead. I know that many of you have elders in your sects serving in the Royal Court Council, but I don't think complaining will do you any good. What do you think the Royal Court is, a shelter for trash? You people, with neither luck nor strength, want to enter the Royal Court Competition? What a joke!" the ragged middle-aged man said without the slightest courtesy.
Everyone was seething with rage, filled with righteous indignation, yet there was nothing they could do. Intimidated by the middle-aged man's overwhelming power, they did not even dare resist. Before such a formidable figure, what could they possibly say?
Perhaps elsewhere, they were all prodigies in their own right. But in the Royal Court, in humanity's highest authority, geniuses were as common as dogs and heavenly talents walked everywhere. Any random foot soldier might have been an unknown genius of some era. That was the reality of