A short while later, the referee arrived.
It was the same white-haired elder as before.
He walked slowly to the front of the Battle Platform, his placid gaze sweeping over the crowd before he took a scroll from his sleeve and slowly unfurled it.
"The fourth round. The rules are the same as the other day: winners advance, losers are eliminated."
With no further preamble, he directly read the names for the first match.
The battles proceeded one after another.
Every prodigy who had made it this far possessed a Cultivation of at least the Middle or Late Stage of the Third Grade. Combined with their ability to fight above their Realm, every exchange created a significant disturbance.
The gleam of blades and swords crisscrossed the stage, and the explosive booms of colliding Qi Force echoed relentlessly throughout the venue.
Fang Han stood at the edge of the crowd with his hands behind his back, his calm eyes sweeping over the platform.
