Shi Yan had already finished his conversation with Hua Ni Chang and the other two. Now he had risen to his feet, his gaze fixed on a tiny image on the big screen.
It was Liya's battle footage.
Perhaps her luck was relatively good, because the opponent Liya encountered in her second match was likewise a warrior at the King Realm.
As long as it was not a Saint, her chances of victory were very high.
However, compared with the first match, her opponent in the second was clearly stronger. If Liya wanted to win, she would have to spend more time.
"With that movement technique of hers, if she's given a little more time to consolidate it, even ordinary Saints would probably find it hard to touch the hem of her clothes."
Shi Ye appeared beside Shi Yan with his arms folded, brilliant light flashing again and again in his eyes.
"What a pity. She entered the King Realm too late, otherwise she would have had a place in the finals."
These words were not flattery. The terrain and layout of every division final's venue were incomparably complex, and Liya's movement technique possessed both wind and light attributes. Her innate ability to avoid danger was much stronger than that of others.
It was just somewhat regrettable that Liya had only recently become a King. In the short term, it was impossible for her to step into the Domain Source Realm.
"She can still take part in the next one."
Shi Yan said softly, nearly choking Shi Ye.
The age requirement for contestants was that they could not exceed a thousand years old. Liya was in the bloom of youth at four hundred, more than enough to participate in the next one.
Not only Liya—Qi Ziyue, Meng Xuan, and the