"Ah! What's going on here now?!"
Zuo Tianhang was still the first to step onto the next stair.
Yet the moment his foot landed on the next step, another shrill scream rang out.
Clearly, the next trial was pain as well.
But having already endured the pain here, the three of them seemed far less afraid of the next hundred steps.
They simply continued charging upward amid their screams.
Before long, they had reached steps much farther ahead.
Only after the three of them successively climbed onto that hundredth step did they finally let out a breath, collapsing onto the stairs like dead dogs.
For a long while, none of them wanted to get up.
They rested for a full quarter of an hour.
Only then did the three of them turn to look toward Qin Shaofeng and the others.
Seeing Qin Shaofeng's group drenched in sweat, with what seemed to be bloody mist mingling with the sweat running down their bodies, they could not help but sneer.
"Zuo Tianhang, do you think these idiots are masochists? They're actually still wandering around the one-hundred-something steps?"
"Who knows? In any case, they definitely aren't clever."
"Perhaps they know the steps ahead are harder, so they chose to rest longer on the steps they can still endure."
"Zhang Baixi, would you do that if it were you?"
"Zong Baiyu, stop using me for comparison. I think it's you, the Young Master of White Cloud Mountain, who would be willing to suffer that kind of pain there."
The three watched Qin Shaofeng and the others slowly advance.
Finally no longer having to endure pain, they actually began chatting.
Though they were deeply suspicious, not one of them dared endure such pain again.
Not long afterward.
Screams began ringing out one after another from