"The elimination round is over, fighting is forbidden!"
"Next up, the semifinals!"
The Saint Jiujian finished speaking, and the golden light within the light screen gradually faded away. The 10,000 Immortals who were suspended mid-air regained their freedom to move. The young genius, Dar, from the Saiyan Clan, coldly stared at Ying Yue: "Kid, live a while longer, I'll definitely kill you in the semifinals!"
"Tch!"
Ying Yue shook his head and chuckled softly, a hint of mockery in his eyes. He then turned his head, ignoring Dar, and looked towards another person, who was his own son.
"Little Lie, you made it to the semifinals too!"
Ying Yue walked over, patted his son's shoulder, and chuckled.
"Managed to hold on by luck till now!"
Ying Lie replied while panting heavily. His body was soaked with sweat, and his clothes were stained with blood, clearly indicating he struggled greatly in the recent melee.
"It's not just luck; your strength is indeed strong!"
