Stress, survival of the fittest

The survival of the fittest is the criterion of the Shengxuan Continent.

Respect must be earned through one's own strength. They must work hard to qualify for the assessment competition, not only for themselves but also for Bai Li Hongzhuang and Di Beichen, for their trust!

Everyone held their breath, even if nobody believed in them, they believed in their own abilities.

Bai Li Hongzhuang furrowed her delicate eyebrows. She hadn't expected these cultivators to keep saying such things.

In fact, when Di Beichen initially proposed it, she hadn't thought these issues would arise.

Now, listening to the mocking words of the cultivators, she found them particularly harsh and felt sorry for Xia Zhiqing and the others.

If it weren't for her inviting Xia Zhiqing and the others to come to Tian Gang Sect, they wouldn't have to endure such humiliation.

"I apologize to everyone," Bai Li Hongzhuang said slowly, her exquisite face filled with guilt. "You don't need to pay attention to these words. Let's pretend we didn't hear them and not feel pressured."

These remarks couldn't be stopped by her alone, and she didn't want Xia Zhiqing and the others to bear unnecessary pressure because of her.

"Hongzhuang, it's not your fault. No need to apologize," Xia Zhiqing was the first to respond after hearing Bai Li Hongzhuang's words.

"That's right, these words are not solely directed at us. Even other cultivators would hear similar remarks in such a situation," Dongfang Yu smiled warmly, clearly not putting much weight on these issues.

"We're not that fragile," Gong Shaoqing's voice followed closely.

Bai Li Hongzhuang turned her gaze and saw Xia Zhiqing and the others wearing expressions of indifference. Her worried heart finally let go.

Indeed, she had underestimated the inner strength of Gong Shaoqing and the others.

Immediately, the gaze of Bai Li Hongzhuang and the others turned back to the assessment formation.

As time passed, everyone noticed that the cultivators in the assessment formation gradually turned pale. Beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, and their expressions varied.

Some gritted their teeth and persisted, while others showed fear on their faces.

Next to the assessment formation, an incense stick was continuously burning, and a cultivator was paying close attention to it. Once it burned out, they would immediately ignite the second incense stick.

"Look, that cultivator on the left can't hold on much longer," a cultivator's voice suddenly sounded.

Following that voice, everyone turned to the cultivator on the left. They saw that his face was getting paler, and fear filled his eyes.

Suddenly, the cultivator withdrew from the assessment formation. He gasped for breath, his face pale, and collapsed heavily to the ground.

Another cultivator immediately approached him and said, "It's over now, wake up."

Hearing this, the cultivator paused for a moment, and upon seeing the surrounding cultivators, he finally showed a look of realization. However, the fear in his eyes had not dissipated, indicating that he had encountered something extremely terrifying.

"How long did I last?" the cultivator asked after resting for a moment, remembering the most important thing.

"The time it takes for an incense stick to burn," a voice replied, answering the cultivator's question.

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