Especially Qin Sangsang, Yao Dongxing, and Yao Dongliu—they involuntarily swallowed.
They were still quite confident in themselves. At the very least, making the top three should not have been a problem.
The only question now was what rank they would place.
Yao Buran swept his gaze over the three standing at the front, then said, "Third place, Yao Dongliu, eight points."
Yao Dongliu's expression abruptly changed, and it was as though the whole world had begun to spin around him.
Clearly, he was deeply dissatisfied with this result.
His goal had been first place, to win that Heaven Soul Pill.
Yet he had only placed third. For a moment, he felt utterly despairing.
The fist hidden beneath his sleeve had already clenched so tightly that it turned white.
Damn it, damn it, damn it.
At the same time, Yao Dongliu could not help roaring savagely in his heart.
Yao Yan, disguised among the audience, also leaned weakly against his chair.
To him, his son's ranking was a little too low.
If he had placed second, there would still have been something to fight for.
But now that he was only third, what would he have left to contend with?
At least in his eyes, it would be very difficult now.
Thinking of this, Yao Yan could not help sighing inwardly again.
Trying to fight my son? You overestimate yourself.
On the high platform, when Yao Tu heard that Yao Dongliu had placed third, an unconcealed sneer curled across his lips.
He had always believed that once a person's soul was damaged, no amount of effort would amount to anything.
Trying to contend against those peak geniuses was nothing more than a fool's dream.
Trying to compete with his son again was even more wishful thinking.
Yao Buran sighed softly in