The faces of those who persisted grew as pale as snow. The immense spiritual pressure emanating from the Eight Kings Map relentlessly assailed their minds.
"Ah, forget it, forget it," Zhang Hua sighed, finally looking away.
Wen Xu didn't last much longer either, giving up after a short while. However, his gaze kept darting between the Eight Kings Map and Wen Shibei. In his mind, Wen Shibei was the most talented person present and the one most likely to comprehend the Fist Technique. He couldn't help but pin all his hopes on him.
Wen Qingye slowly gazed at the eight figures on the Eight Kings Map. The pressure was spiritual in nature, a test of one's mental fortitude. Moreover, the Eight Kings Map also tested one's ability to comprehend.
WHOOSH!
Suddenly, Wen Qingye's clothes began to stir, though there was no wind. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes as a vast, magnificent aura slowly unfurled around him.
