By now, the handful of other onlookers were staring at Zhao Feng with eyes full of dread.
Naturally, they had heard of the exploits of this prince of Great Yan who bore a different surname from the imperial family, but they had never believed he could compare with outstanding disciples of secluded sects and aristocratic families like themselves.
They had thought him merely a so-called genius deliberately promoted by the Imperial Court. Now, however, they realized how terribly wrong they had been.
This man was undoubtedly a genuine prodigy, and one of the strongest at that.
When they saw Zhao Feng sweep his gaze toward them,
they lowered their heads one after another, not daring to meet his eyes.
Just then, Zhao Feng's gaze settled on Xiao Wuchen, whose expression had changed drastically.
"Now you're the only one left," he said with a teasing smile.
Meanwhile, outside the Heavenly Mechanism Tower,
the elders of the aristocratic families and sects waiting for news wore a variety of expressions.
As the contestants reached the Fifth Floor one after another, more and more people were eliminated.
The vast majority were eliminated because they could not handle the phantom opponents and the heaven and earth pressure.
Whenever one of their disciples was eliminated, the elders of their sect or family went to receive them with dark expressions.
Being eliminated at this point made securing a place in the top ten rather difficult.
Naturally, none of them was in a good mood.
Those from other factions secretly sighed in relief when they saw that the eliminated contestant was not one of their own.
"Pavilion Master Xu, which floor do you think your prized disciple Murong Fu will reach this time?" a senior member of an aristocratic family asked Xu Guanquiong.
"Reaching the Sixth Floor would