Luan Xiaoyao's Failure

Once thought to be a king, turned out to be bronze.

All eyes turned again to Chen Feng.

This time, it was not envy but pity.

It turned out he was just an aspirant with an empty heart and no talent, yet confident enough to last ten breaths.

Unfortunately, after ten breaths, his talent would reveal itself, exposing his true colors.

Learning the outcome, hope reignited in everyone's eyes.

Whether Chen Feng passed or not had nothing to do with them.

They just wanted to see the possibility of someone passing the selection.

Since someone could last ten breaths, they could too.

With Chen Feng's trashy constitution as the bottom line, they were confident they wouldn't fare worse.

"I originally thought he would be a worthy opponent, but it turns out he's just garbage."

Beside them, the Holy Son of the Underworld glanced at Chen Feng with a disdainful smirk.

Trash had no right to attention.