Pressure

Xuan Chengming and Yue Shu made an agreement with Li Pin and left directly.

But it was not hard to see from their grave expressions...

The two of them had felt the pressure as well.

It was foreseeable that over these thirty years, they would definitely turn that pressure into motivation and do everything in their power to charge forward once more. Otherwise...

With things having been said to this extent, if they still failed...

And if they were defeated by Li Pin, a "young man" who had cultivated for barely three hundred years, what face would they have left from then on?

What right would they have to call themselves prodigies?

After those two left, Zhan Tianxiu, Yan Sheng, Yu Shenghui, Wu Meng, Zi Zai Tian, Luo Wuji, and the others did not linger either.

"Thirty years from now, huh."

A sharp light flickered in Zhan Tianxiu and the others' eyes.

A momentary defeat was nothing!

Only by recognizing defeat, rising again from where one had fallen, could one achieve true success!

If they could do that, then when the time came, they would not only defeat Li Pin, but surpass themselves as well!

"Li Pin, just you wait. Over these thirty years, I will quietly build myself up. When the time comes, I'll defeat you and shock the world, reclaiming the dignity and glory I lost today!"

Several prodigies were holding back a breath of defiance, determination blazing in all their eyes.

The moment they returned, they would enter seclusion and train bitterly.

As long as training did not kill them, they would train themselves to death.

"The results are far better than I expected."

Great Emperor Shenwu watched the competitors one after another, their expressions solemn...

Even Xuan Chengming and Yue Shu seemed to have felt