Lu Xueqi and Bi Yao (83)

Nothing happened that night.

Early the next morning, Su Han emerged from meditation. After a night of healing, his injuries had recovered by sixty to seventy percent, and the Demonic Seed had been suppressed once more, leaving him temporarily out of danger. But after two consecutive fierce battles—especially the tremendous mental drain from using Reincarnation and Rebirth yesterday—he still felt somewhat fatigued.

"Today is the round of sixteen," Su Han said, taking a deep breath as he pushed open the door to his meditation chamber.

Outside, Elder Lin and several Qingyun Sect disciples had been waiting for some time. Seeing Su Han emerge, Elder Lin swept him with his Spiritual Sense and nodded slightly. "You've recovered well. But remember, do not risk your life as you did yesterday. If things cannot be done, simply concede. As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn."

"This disciple understands," Su Han replied.

The group headed for Central Plaza.

The atmosphere at Central Plaza was even more fervent than yesterday. After the eliminations of the first two rounds, none of the remaining sixteen were anything less than outstanding prodigies of their respective sects. Every battle from this point on would be a clash of dragons and tigers, utterly spectacular.

Su Han's arrival drew countless gazes. Curiosity, scrutiny, admiration, envy, wariness... all kinds of looks fell upon him. Su Han remained calm and looked straight ahead. He took a seat in the Qingyun Sect's area, closed his eyes, and adjusted his condition.

A short while later, the drawing of lots began.

Su Han stepped onto the stage and drew a jade slip from the container. Turning it over, he saw a name written on it:

"Youming Hall, You Wuying."

Su Han's pupils contracted slightly.

A low stir also rose