Ling Zhan's defeat came as no surprise to the crowd.
Zhao Tieshan's Cultivation was already a notch higher, and with a Mysterious Technique like that, not even a King could be completely certain of killing him.
Next, Leng Qiushan, Xue Qianlong, and the others took their turns on stage. Their opponents were not weak, and while they faced some perilous moments, they all managed to advance safely in the end.
Soon, it was Qin Ya's turn to fight.
He leaped onto the stage. Standing before him was a man with long, narrow eyes that gave him a cruel look. A long saber hung at his waist, and his frame was somewhat gaunt.
Upon seeing Qin Ya, a disdainful smile crept onto his lips. "I'm not a good-for-nothing like Qir Meng, who has to bow and scrape, putting on an act even after losing."
"It's disgusting. You, an Elder? That's complete bullshit."
