His collapse was like igniting a fuse in a powder keg.
"Yes! No more competition!"
"This is not a fucking one-dimensional game at all!"
"We work so hard, they are here to brush up the data! Where are we playing?"
"A shady story! There must be a shady story!"
More and more people began to make noises, and the situation got out of control.
Many of them were so angry that they couldn't accept that the gap between themselves and others was so big.
The guards responsible for maintaining order had cold sweat on their foreheads and tried desperately to suppress the commotion, but to no avail.
The prince on the high platform looked at the chaotic crowd, his face was livid, and his fingers were tapping heavily on the handrail.
He also didn't expect that one Gu Hanchuan could actually cause such a huge commotion.
Many young people with strong auras also had extremely sad expressions on their faces.
Each of them is full of confidence in themselves.
But Gu Hanchuan's achievements were like an insurmountable mountain, weighing heavily on their hearts.
"What kind of monster is this guy...?"
A young man in a golden robe gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.
His original goal was to be the leader of this conference.
Now, this goal has become extremely distant, even ridiculous.
"I don't believe he can stay like this forever."
A woman next to her spoke coldly, her eyes filled with unwillingness.
"The audition is just the appetizer, the real battle is yet to come!"
"I don't believe he can remain invincible forever!"
Even so, her trembling fingertips revealed her inner unrest.
However, Gu Hanchuan, who was at the center of the storm, turned a deaf ear to everything around him.
He didn't even frown.
It seems that this achievement is enough to drive so many people crazy, but to him, it is just a casual achievement.
Seeing that the situation was about to get completely out of control, the prince on the high platform looked so gloomy that he could shed water.
He tapped his fingers on the armrest and stopped.
The temperature of the entire square dropped suddenly because of his small movement.
"A bunch of... trash."
The cold voice did not contain any Immortal Power, but it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.
The next second.
A terrifying pressure that cannot be described in words suddenly came down from the high platform!
It was not a strong wind or a huge wave.
That is an absolute crushing from the life level!
Buzz!
All the noisy sounds in the entire square stopped abruptly at this moment.
The air solidified.
Time has stood still.
The expressions on the faces of all the monks who were making noises, roaring, and venting suddenly froze.
Their hearts were tightly grasped by an invisible hand, making it extremely difficult to even beat.
Their bodies were shaking violently, their clothes were soaked with sweat, and their faces were full of fear and horror.
The weaker ones even foamed at the mouth and passed out.
Even the young and strong men who claimed to be proud of themselves were all pale at the moment, and they used all their strength to barely support their bodies and not fall down.
Their backbones were bent under this pressure.
What a terrifying power this is!
Just a thought suppressed the entire audience!
The prince's cold eyes slowly swept across the crowd below. There was no mercy in his eyes, only bone-deep indifference.
"You're not as skilled as others, so you can only act recklessly and question the rules?"
"Are you worthy?"
His voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable majesty that struck everyone's heart heavily.
"I preside over Heavenly Prodigy Assembly, and what I pay attention to is the word 'public'."
"Gu Hanchuan's results are true or false. I will make my own judgment. Is it your turn to bark here?"
"If you lose, you should admit it!"
"Do you feel that you have been wronged and unfair?"
A cruel sneer appeared on the prince's lips.
"Then get out!"
"Heavenly Prodigy Assembly, don't accept cowards who can't even face failure!"
"Anyone who makes noise again will be killed without mercy!"
The last three words, like Nine Netherworlds ice, made the temperature of the entire square drop sharply again.
Everyone lowered their heads, not even daring to take a breath.
Fear has completely replaced the unwillingness and anger in their hearts.
Only then did they clearly realize what kind of existence they were facing.
In front of such people, their little thoughts and so-called self-esteem are simply a big joke.
The prince's pressure slowly dissipated.
But that chill that goes deep into the bone marrow is imprinted deep in everyone's soul.
The whole square was silent.
The crowd, which had been so excited before, was now as quiet as a bunch of chickens that had their necks strangled.
The presiding guard wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his trembling voice sounded again.
"Keep counting!"
"Next!"
In the dead silence, a tall young monk was forcefully pushed out by his companions.
He put on a smile that was uglier than crying, walked slowly onto the stage, and handed over his space bag.
The guard took it, and the magical weapon flashed with brilliance.
"Zhou Tong, total number of tokens, thirty-one thousand!"
As soon as this number came out, Zhou Tong's companions in the audience instinctively wanted to cheer.
But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't shout them out.
Thirty thousand.
In the past, this was definitely an achievement that would cause quite a stir.
But now.
Put next to that dazzling "two hundred and thirty thousand", it's like a joke.
Zhou Tong's face instantly turned the color of pig liver.
He could feel that the eyes around him were no longer envy and awe, but a kind of... sympathy.
He couldn't stand this look.
He would rather others laugh at him than have this kind of mercy!
The inventory is still going on.
The atmosphere is getting weirder and weirder.
"Li Qing, total number of tokens, 42,000!"
"Sun Miao, total number of tokens, twenty-nine thousand!"
"Zhao Wuji, total number of tokens, fifty-six thousand!"
One after another, results that were among the best in previous years were reported one after another.
Every number represents bloody fights and narrow escape experiences.
But now, these numbers seem so pale.
There was no cheering.
No wonder.
There wasn't even a discussion.
The entire square was shrouded in a depressing and lifeless atmosphere.
Every time a result was reported, one of the talented students walked off the stage in despair.
Their pride, their self-confidence, and the glory they once thought were crushed to pieces in front of the number "230,000."
Where is this still Heavenly Prodigy Assembly?
This is a damn genius execution meeting!
Public execution!
"It's nothing like that."
A monk who had just received his thirty-eight thousand grade was muttering to himself, his eyes empty.
"We worked hard and risked our lives for three months, but at the end of the day, people pressed them to the ground and rubbed us with just a finger."
"This gap is bigger than that between humans and dogs."
"Stop insulting dogs, dogs are not as miserable as us."
The person next to him answered with a bitter smile, his mouth full of bitterness.