Meanwhile, the tall martial artist who had been sent flying lay in a corner, drenched in blood. Zhao Feng's sword qi rampaged through his body. Gritting his teeth, he took out a Daoist Talisman and crushed it. White light flashed around him, and he was teleported straight out of the Heavenly Mechanism Tower.
The other two panicked and immediately took out their Daoist Talismans as well, crushing them to teleport out of the Heavenly Mechanism Tower.
Outside, the waiting crowd was watching the situation inside the tower.
"They only just went in. Most of them should be able to reach the third floor."
"Yes. Starting from the fourth floor, some people won't be able to hold on."
"Let's wait a little and see which sect or clan gets eliminated first."
Just as everyone was discussing this,
white light flashed several times outside the Heavenly Mechanism Tower. Three figures were teleported out.
"Why did they come out so quickly?"
"They could only have reached the second floor at most. They're already out?"
"They probably offended someone."
"They're injured, too. Which sects are they from? They're no good."
Amid the crowd's chatter,
the elders of the tall man and his two companions stepped forward with livid faces and took their respective disciples away.
Forget claiming a share of fortune-they had utterly disgraced themselves.
Throughout the earlier fight, Su Qingwan had never intervened. She had simply watched quietly from a short distance away.
Only when Zhao Feng moved forward to head to the third floor did Su Qingwan follow him.
"Daoist Mingchen, do you intend to keep following me?" Zhao Feng turned and asked coldly.
"Your Highness, there's no question of anyone following anyone while climbing the Heavenly Mechanism Tower. We all have the same goal," Su Qingwan said calmly.
"Fine." Zhao Feng