Many people's expressions froze as they looked at those who had been sent flying. Their faces showed traces of regret. The prodigies who had been eliminated were all outstanding talents of the Southern Ridge, elites among elites.
"Your performance was not bad," Lin Taichu commented blandly.
Upon hearing those words, everyone's expressions brightened. Then they looked again at Lin Taichu and Jian Wuqing, wondering whether Lin Taichu had acknowledged them.
"Since you are all ready, follow me," Lin Taichu said. A powerful aura spread from him as he rose into the air. Immediately, rays of light shot forth, gathering into several hundred figures around him—his divine sense avatars.
These divine sense avatars were all top prodigies from the various regions of Tianxuan Continent, now gathered here.
"I have a total of five hundred divine sense avatars. I hope you can hold on for half an incense stick's time," Lin Taichu said indifferently.
Five hundred was already the limit.
"Thank you for going easy on us, Uncle Taichu!" Jian Wuqing said with a cupped-fist salute. Then he stepped through the void and flashed onto the platform. His gaze swept over the crowd as he asked, "Who will come first?"
As his voice fell, the vast space fell silent. Not a single person stepped forward. They were not certain of victory, so there was no need to volunteer.
"Why is no one willing to come up?" Jian Wuqing frowned and shouted coldly, "Or are you unworthy of making me draw my sword?"
After Jian Wuqing said this, many people looked rather embarrassed. Jian Wuqing had actually insulted them in public. This was utterly outrageous!
"Then let me do it."
At that moment, a crisp and pleasant voice rang out. Jiang Yutong stepped forward with graceful lotus steps and looked at Jian Wuqing