After defeating Xue Tu in the quarterfinals, Jiang Ping'an's name swept through all of Tianque City like a hurricane.
In the streets and alleys, in teahouses and taverns, everyone was talking about that young man of the human race.
Where had he come from? Who was his master? What exactly was the origin of that Nine-Colored Dao Domain? No one could give an answer, but everyone remembered his name: Jiang Ping'an.
The semifinal matchups were soon released. Jiang Ping'an's opponent was the God Devil Race's Emperor Blood God Devil—Lietian.
Lietian, an Emperor Blood God Devil, had a body ten thousand feet tall, covered entirely in pitch-black scales and armor. A pair of curved devil horns crowned his head, and a pair of fleshy wings spread from his back, blotting out the sky and sun.
He was a pure physical-body powerhouse. He had once torn a Top-Grade Celestial Artifact apart with his bare hands and blown apart a King-Blood Divine Beast's skull with a single punch. Among all the contestants, he was one of those with the loudest calls to take the championship.
Before the match, Lietian made a bold declaration in an interview: "Human race? That Jiang Ping'an does have a few tricks. But his physical body is not worth a single blow before me."
When Jiang Ping'an heard those words, he merely smiled faintly.
On the day of the semifinals, Tianque Arena had not a single empty seat. Millions of spectators packed the stands until not even water could trickle through. In the VIP boxes, the Lan Race imperial family, elders of the various races, and leading figures of all powers were all present. Even the legendary Lan Race Old Ancestor, who was said to show his head like a divine dragon but never his tail, appeared in the