At Xu Zimo's words, the surroundings fell utterly silent.
His iron-blooded methods just now had been too frightening.
No one dared respond now.
"Boring." Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
Xu Zimo had directly sent twelve people packing just now.
Only eight people remained on the field.
There were six slots for the next round.
In other words, once two more people were eliminated, this grand melee would be over.
Someone seemed to have realized this.
Taking advantage of the people beside them being off guard, they suddenly sprang into action.
They swiftly sent two people flying off the arena, seriously injuring them both.
After the two landed, they seemed not to have reacted yet.
Until the referee's voice rang out.
"This grand melee is over. The six of you will compete until three remain, and the final three will battle for first place.
"These final three will also represent our Chaos Fire Domain and travel to the Land of Origin of the Fire Ancestor."
Hearing the referee's words, several people looked delighted.
Of these six, aside from Xu Zimo, Xiao Anshan, and Shangguan Xian,
the other three were Po Jun, Luo Ji, and a young man named Zhang He.
Po Jun was the Holy Son of Soldier Sect, and his strength was not weak.
He had previously ranked third on the Myriad Fire Ranking.
As for Luo Ji, the Young City Lord of Fenghuo City,
although his strength was not weak, he was not particularly outstanding among these geniuses.
This time, he had ridden on Xu Zimo's coattails.
Xu Zimo had dealt with twelve people. Otherwise, with Luo Ji's strength, it would have been difficult for him to advance.
As for Zhang He,
that kid was cunning as a fox. At the final moment, he had pushed two people