Lu Chenzhou flew through Emptiness, watching the three of them.
Xu Yuan ignored him and kept guiding his Flying Sword upward.
They were almost at the summit!
Lu Chenzhou flew closer and spoke.
"To be honest..."
To be honest, I want to blast you all to death right now.
But I can't.
Everyone's watching.
"I'm not deliberately making things difficult for you. I'm doing this because of certain demands from the Demon Race."
He continued speaking.
There was still a chance, actually.
This was the steepest stretch. One Mystic Art would be enough to blast them off the cliff.
But he couldn't bear the consequences.
Wait.
Maybe I can?
I'm not the Crown Prince anyway. I have nothing to lose.
What does it matter if I accidentally kill a few people?
Lu Chenzhou clasped his hands behind his back, smiled, and continued.
"Congratulations on making the climb and passing this trial."
Xu Yuan gave him a surprised glance, then kept climbing.
Only a few dozen meters remained!
"Now that you've passed this trial, the Rules ahead won't target the Human Race like this. I hope you perform to your full potential and earn good results." Lu Chenzhou heard himself say it.
It sounded gracious and neatly explained why he had kept attacking them.
The referees behind the scenes all knew the truth: Mo Daosheng, grand elder of the Demon Race, had spent every bargaining chip he had to make things difficult for them this once.
But the attempt had failed.
As the one carrying it out, Lu Chenzhou had ended the process fairly and offered his sincere congratulations.
No one could fault him.
But...
I really am a coward.
Lu Chenzhou silently said it to himself.
So cowardly I don't even dare crush a few tender saplings.
I actually...
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