After pulling out a cup of divine spring water and gulping it down to wet his throat, Xu Yue felt refreshed and said to the somewhat dazed Li Ruoyu,
"Senior, bring out whatever test there is and get started. Save these idiots from standing around here running their mouths."
"A bunch of trash trying to drag my IQ down to their level."
Xu Yue's words made Ye Fan want to complain. He always felt that Xu Yue had dragged them down to his level before defeating them. Look at them now—they did not even dare open their mouths.
They were afraid of being roasted.
"They're right. Zhuo Peak doesn't hold assessments anymore. Anyone who wants to stay can stay. There's no one left now anyway," Li Ruoyu said honestly.
"Bring it out anyway. It's the Ninth Tier Heavenly Beech, right? Watch me climb straight to the top," Xu Yue retorted, rubbing his hands together eagerly.
"Hahaha, climb to the top? Throughout history, those who could reach the Seventh Tier have been exceedingly rare. Ordinary disciples can't even cross the first tier."
The disciples whom Xu Yue had thoroughly suppressed spoke up again at the sight.
"Frogs at the bottom of a well."
Xu Yue merely cast them a sidelong glance, but that little look alone made them feel as if they were about to explode with rage.
Li Ruoyu did not deliberately refuse. He slowly led everyone to Zhuo Peak's former trial ground.
Five hundred years ago, disciples seeking instruction on Zhuo Peak had come in an endless stream. There had even been a rule that one could switch to another peak if dissatisfied, but once they chose Zhuo Peak, they could not switch away.
Yet Zhuo Peak was now deserted.
"I'll send my little brother up there to slap