Very quickly.
The halo on the Middle Ancient City Gate gradually faded away.
The three large characters "Sui Yiren" had already fallen into everyone’s eyes.
The strokes were bold and lively, the characters were crisp and vigorous like the pine and cypress trees, full of vitality.
Of course, this wasn’t the key point. The key point was that the characters "Sui Yiren" were astonishingly... astonishingly... astonishingly as high as 7.1 ters.
Far beyond everyone’s imagination.
Take Ling Tuanzhi, for example. He had already repeatedly overestimated, but he guessed that Sui Yiren’s score would hit a limit at 6.5 ters.
After all, before, even the monstrous Gu Taisheng achieved only a score of 5.7 ters!
The gate entrance plunged into dead silence.
Everything fell quiet.
No one could breathe or their hearts beat.
Everyone was shocked beyond words.
They had witnessed a historic mont with their own eyes.
They had seen with their own eyes that the illustrious Sui Yiren had set a new record.
Moreover, this new record was so exaggerated.
A full 1.4 ters higher than the original 5.7 ters!
From a distance, the three characters "Sui Yiren" seed like a king, dominating the heavens, looking down upon the nas below, including the three characters "Gu Taisheng", which had beco dim and dull.
"Hahaha..." The dead, silent atmosphere was broken by Shen Qinglin’s laughter. Shen Qinglin’s face was glowing, his spirits were lifted, and he slightly raised his head, his gaze brimming towards Ling Tuanzhi, Elder Yon, and others: "Brother Ling, what do you think of my disciple’s 7.1 ters?"
Ling Tuanzhi’s expression was extrely ugly.
His face was dark as if it could drip water.
How about a score of 7.1 ters? Naturally, it was earth-shattering, a marvel among marvels.
Completely unexpected.
At that mont, as Sui Yiren’s record-breaking score of 7.1 ters settled on the gate, the Middle Ancient City Gate gradually opened.
"Su Chen, I look forward to you breaking my 7.1 ters record, but I will go in first to seek my fortune, hehe, when I co out, I will personally witness your grand feat..."
Sui Yiren turned his head mockingly, glanced at Su Chen, and said lightly, before stepping into the gate.
During the ti Sui Yiren was inside Middle Ancient City searching for treasure, no one else could make a mark. Only when he ca out could they continue to make their mark.
Because, if others could also mark during this period, wouldn’t the gate have to open again? And then soone would enter again?
The Middle Ancient City could only accommodate one person at most, so Su Chen had to wait for Sui Yiren to co out before he could make his mark.
This was also sothing Sui Yiren and Shen Qinglin had agreed upon beforehand. Hehe...
Now, the score of 7.1 ters was unmatched and so shocking, while Su Chen couldn’t mark his na yet, only wait patiently. Was this waiting period difficult? Full of fear and mockery, perhaps?
This was like soone knowing they were going to die, and the few hours before the knife descended were perhaps the most painful and terrifying.
This was what they wanted to see.
It was also their deliberate revenge against Su Chen.
"Damn it!!!" Ling Tuanzhi’s face looked even worse. Naturally, he thought of this and couldn’t help but curse.
He was now worried that during the ti Sui Yiren was inside the Middle Ancient City searching for treasure, Su Chen would be under too much pressure, causing his state of mind to collapse.
This 7.1-ter score placed imnse pressure on any person, almost impossible to reach, right?
"Young boy Su..." Ling Tuanzhi quickly looked at Su Chen: "He did this on purpose, trying to disturb your state of mind. You don’t need to worry, don’t be afraid, don’t fear. You’re still young."
"Pavilion Master, you’re overthinking." Su Chen was directly filled with black lines, speechless. What kind of disturbance in state of mind could he have? What worry, what fear, what terror? Was 7.1 ters so high? Could he say, 7.1 ters was really that ordinary and average?
It was rather annoying that Sui Yiren entered the city to search for treasure, as Su Chen had to wait quietly, sowhat wasting ti. However, fortunately, the Middle Ancient City’s treasure hunt had a ti limit.
No more than the ti it takes for an incense stick to burn.
After the ti of a stick of incense, no matter whether the person inside had found their fateful treasure or not, they would be automatically sent out by the Middle Ancient City.
So, Su Chen only had to wait for the ti it takes for an incense stick to burn, which would pass in the blink of an eye. What’s there to be anxious about?
Honestly, from start to finish, whether Sui Yiren took out the Yin Xuan Sword, or used the Luo Prison Secret thod, or created the 7.1 ters record, or even stepped into the Middle Ancient City, he showed no emotional fluctuation.
He seed to stand from a third-person perspective, watching a clown’s performance.
No matter how big an ant is!
It’s still an ant!
Would an elephant worry about itself because an ant ate too much or grew too strong one day? Overthinking it.
"Young boy Su, you..." Unfortunately, the more calm and nonchalant Su Chen appeared, the more Ling Tuanzhi felt that Su Chen was under great pressure, thinking Su Chen was deliberately pretending to be relaxed.
"Brother Su..." Zhao Lingxi also slightly pouted with so worry: "Brother Su, whether you can break the record or not, you’re always my best Brother Su, you’re the best. Brother Su, you’re only 28 years old, given a thousand years, you would have long been invincible throughout the entire Great Luo Heaven. That Sui Yiren doesn’t even deserve to be compared to Brother Su."
"Young boy Su, in this life, one always has to face so setbacks. A true strong person never has a smooth journey in their growth. State of mind is always the ultimate key. You should have the state of mind of a strong person." Elder Yon also spoke up, his voice heavy and serious.
Su Chen fell into silence, his mouth twitching.
Completely speechless.
He hadn’t even begun to make his mark yet, and the Pavilion Master and Elder Yon and others were already this scared? As if he definitely couldn’t reach 7.1 ters.
Clearly, previously, the Pavilion Master had announced to the entire Great Luo Heaven that he would set a record. At that ti, how confident was he?
Where did the confidence go now?
How would Su Chen know, to the native Celestial Beings of the Great Luo Heaven, 7.1 ters in the Middle Ancient City was truly a myth! A myth!! A myth!!!
Not to ntion, back in the day, Ling Tuanzhi himself had left his mark, only 4.2 ters.
7.1 was indeed too frightening, completely a record that was unprecedented and would never be equaled. Because of this, Ling Tuanzhi and Elder Yon suddenly lost even a little confidence.
If only the number Sui Yiren had created was less than 7.1, like 6.3, 6.4, 6.5, they would still have confidence, still absolutely believe in Su Chen, but 7.1 was... truly... truly left no room for any hope or luck!
At the sa ti.
At the city gate.
Those martial cultivators, who had finally awakened from the extre trembling terror, all suddenly turned their heads, looking at Su Chen.
Gazing tightly at Su Chen.
Their eyes were full of mockery, pity, sighs...
Throughout Su Chen’s experiences after entering the Great Luo Heaven, it was simply a legend within a legend, a Heavenly Book-like myth.
Unfortunately, this myth, today ends here, doesn’t it?
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