Lin Chen and Tang Bao'er were halfway up when suddenly the rope snapped with a loud bang.
The two of them were flung backwards, plummeting toward the raging river below.
"Lin Chen!" Zhao Xiaohua's face turned pale as she cried out in a panic.
Seeing the two fall from the rope, Shangguan Yunfei's face revealed a gleeful smile.
Mu Ziyu's lips curled slightly, his eyes flashing with a cold light, "Kid, you're still too green to compete for the Sect Leader position with me."
Around them, a burst of gasps sounded, but most people had mocking expressions on their faces.
With Lin Chen gone, there would be one less competitor, and because Lin Chen carried the Tianyan legacy, many held grudges against him.
"Haha, trash is just trash!"
"Serves him right, trying to get ahead without real skills!"
A series of mocking voices rose from the shore.
Lin Chen felt the wind whistle past his ears as he fell rapidly towards the river.
