บท 907: Broken Pieces

Su Ping's eyes glittered. He shattered the sharp blades with the law of annihilation and reached for the last one.

The sharp blade pierced into his palm; there was a vague feeling of pain.

Su Ping was slightly alarmed to see the blood in his hand. He looked at the other ladders, only to find that the rest of the competitors were enduring similar attacks, trying to defend themselves.

"Looks like this isn't an illusion."

Su Ping kept on climbing.

The previous attack was on par with the might of the early Star State. Su Ping wasn't in a rush; they had three days anyway, and it was the final height that mattered.

"Move, move!"

"Get lost!"

At the rear—someone spoke impatiently, heavily pressuring every contestant. He strode towards one of the ladders; it was none other than the young man with a divine constitution who was scaring a lot of people.