Whoosh!
On the sacrificial platform, a ring of runes appeared across the ground. After flashing rapidly, they flung more than a dozen prodigies off the platform under the pull of silken threads, sending them crashing viciously onto the ground.
Chen Fan's silken threads were also severed by the light barrier at the platform's edge, cutting them off from everything beyond the platform.
The entire crowd was instantly stunned. Countless cultivators watching the battle widened their eyes. Clearly, dozens of prodigies had joined forces to besiege Chen Fan, intending to throw him off the platform and leave him for the experts of the major factions to deal with. Yet no one had expected this outcome. In a moment of carelessness, more than a dozen prodigies had instead been thrown off the platform by Chen Fan, losing their qualification to compete for first place. The two trials they had painstakingly passed before this had been utterly wasted.
"You bastard! If you come out, I'll make you wish you were dead!" After being tossed off the platform like garbage, the dozen or so prodigies flew into a rage out of humiliation. They were so furious that they nearly attacked the platform, but the last shred of reason in their minds made them stop. As long as they came even slightly close to the platform's edge, the formidable restrictions might crush them to pieces.
Within the gathering grounds, the experts from the factions to which those dozen prodigies belonged turned grim, their gazes ice-cold.
What rotten luck was this? The battle for the sacrificial platform had clearly just begun, yet they had lost their qualifications in an instant? The experts of those factions were deeply unwilling to accept it, and their hatred for Chen Fan grew several layers deeper, their killing intent becoming ever