Han Xuanji sat in his seat, taking in the entire situation in the distance.
"Every family has its own troubles."
He picked up the spirit wine on the table and took a sip; only after winning could he be so relaxed.
If he loses this match, not only will the Ying Household elders mock him, but even within the Sacred Court, many will likely jump out to question him.
Even with the protection of their master and grandmaster, a host of troubles are bound to arise at that time.
Fortunately, he won.
Despite being confident in his abilities, he was still quite pleased after winning this crucial battle.
The upcoming semifinals will feature some formidable opponents.
Even Han Xuanji cannot be too careless.
If all else fails, losing isn't a big deal.
In short, let your own style shine.
But for now, he can breathe a little easier and watch other people's performances.
"As expected of the Sacred Court's number one prodigy, truly formidable..."
"According to intelligence, the other side may have other trump cards up their sleeve."
The emergence of the first semifinalist clearly ignited the fighting spirit of the other contestants, causing many to begin to pay attention to the suddenly rising star, Han Xuanji.
"Master, can you tell what kind of Cultivation Method he is practicing?"
Even Li Linglong, who had always appeared calm and collected, now had a hint of seriousness on her face.
She sat beside the Saint King Xiaoyao, and the combat power that Han Xuanji displayed clearly forced her to reconsider.
Li Xiaoyao remained silent for a moment, clearly unaware of the answer.
"It should be the legacy of the Immortal Saint Emperor."
At this moment, an elderly man with white hair and beard suddenly spoke up beside the two.
This person had a gaunt face and deep, unfathomable eyes. Although he did not release his aura outwards, he possessed a grand and imposing presence, clearly not an ordinary cultivator.
"Oh? Master, you are truly knowledgeable."
Li Xiaoyao nodded slightly.
The old man was none other than Li Taixuan, the Saint King Zhenyi, the current supreme leader of the Hongmeng Dao Palace.
As a veteran Saint King, his insight far surpasses that of ordinary cultivators.
With just a single sentence, he revealed the secret of heaven.
Li Xiaoyao pondered for a moment and said:
"The legacy of the Immortal Saint Emperor has unexpectedly been learned by a cultivator Dao of Principle."
He paused, a hint of amusement in his voice:
"Legend has it that this Cultivation Method is the supreme art of body refinement, and is hailed as one of the three highest inheritances of body refinement. In the thousands of years of the Sacred Court, it has been difficult for even one body refinement cultivator to successfully learn it."
But he happened to be a cultivator of the Dao of Principle.
So just how powerful is his Dao of Principle?
The Saint King Zhenyi did not respond immediately, but simply gazed silently towards the direction of the Sacred Court's high platform. After a moment, he said:
"It's probably no less than Linglong's."
The two had a habit of overestimating people's worth.
After all, a cultivator who Dao of Principle must be proficient in various divine Divine Ability of the Great Dao.
The Saint Ancestor Taiqian of the Sacred Court was a cultivator of the Dao of Principle, and Saint Ancestor Taiqian Han Xuanji had learned countless inheritances from him.
If that's the case, Li Linglong's advantages may vanish.
As the two were talking, a new round of match-up lists appeared on the huge light screen in the center of the dojo.
[ Ying Yuan, Hui Feng ]
Upon seeing the draw results, the Ying Household' area was initially silent, then erupted in an uncontrollable burst of joy.
The elders' faces immediately broke into smiles, and even the previously gloomy Ying Household breathed a sigh of relief.
Some people even chuckled softly:
"This fortune is truly heaven's help to make me Ying Household."
It wasn't that they looked down on Hui Feng, but among the remaining people, Wan Zhu and Hui Feng were indeed recognized as the two weakest.
Although Wan Zhu has the potential to be a dark horse, it ultimately comes from a humble background and lacks sufficient foundation.
Although Hui Feng is the pride of the Eternal Chamber of Commerce, he is only the third seed. Even the first seed, Young Shang Jun, has been eliminated. It is a miracle that a third seed can make it to the quarterfinals.
In comparison, Ying Yuan, as the second seed of the Sacred Court and the young Young Emperor of the Ying Household family, is far superior to the other two in terms of strength and experience.
Ying Jiutian's face was also full of smiles. Although he did not lose his composure like the elders, the ease in his eyes was undeniable.
He was even already thinking that once Ying Yuan advanced to the semi-finals, it would shut up some of the elders in the clan.
The Eternal Chamber of Commerce also felt they were quite lucky.
Young Shang Jun was eliminated in the round of 16, so they had already given up much hope.
However, Hui Feng's journey to the quarterfinals has already created a small miracle.
A middle-aged cultivator exuding a powerful aura sat on the high platform of the merchant guild, looking at Hui Feng with a hint of satisfaction in his voice:
"Play well, just show your style."
This person is none other than the Yaoguang City trained Hui Feng. He is incredibly powerful, a peak Holy Lord level expert.
He didn't put too much pressure on Hui Feng, after all, they were the third seed, and getting this far was already quite good.
It's not shameful to lose.
"Ha ha."
Hui Feng nodded, stood up, and responded with a smile.
But deep in his eyes lies a spirit of never giving up.
He glanced at Ying Yuan and thought to himself: If he wasn't very confident facing Han Xuanji, he had a chance against Ying Yuan.
Both of them were body cultivators, focusing on the physical body.
Ying Yuan the Saint Ancestor of Yingyuan Sacred Court, and he, Hui Feng, possesses Eternal Indestructible Physique.
No one is much worse than the other.
The two stepped onto the battlefield without exchanging any unnecessary words.
Ying Yuan's body surged with golden light, directly activating the Hunyuan Indestructible Sacred Body, transforming him into a golden war god.
Hui Feng was equally unyielding, its body radiating a brilliant silver-gray light, and a layer of flowing patterns like a galaxy appeared on its physical surface—the outward manifestation of its Eternal Indestructible Physique pushed to its limit.
The two attacked almost simultaneously, their fists colliding violently in the center of the battlefield.
The entire battlefield trembled violently, and all the onlookers were horrified.
This is hardly a battle between True God; it's clearly two eternal ferocious beasts locked in combat.
The battle raged from the first day to the second day, and then from the second day to the third day.
Judging from the scene, Ying Yuan's offensive was like a storm, with the golden light of Hunyuan covering the sky and every punch capable of shattering mountains and rivers.
After losing to Han Xuanji, he went to the ancestral land of the Ying Household to receive the inheritance, which further enhanced his strength.
Both its attack and defense capabilities have far surpassed those of before.
"I will meet Brother Han in the semifinals..."
Ying Yuan maintained this belief and continued his offensive.
Although he didn't care about the title of " Ying Household Young Emperor," he was equally unwilling to admit defeat.
Even ordinary, Eternal Sage would probably find it difficult to withstand such an attack.
However, Hui Feng acted like an anvil, stubbornly withstanding all of Ying Yuan's attacks.
His defenses were terrifying; no matter how fiercely Ying Yuan, he remained standing.
The cultivators watching the battle were dumbfounded.
"Goodness."
Even Han Xuanji had to admire Hui Feng, and remarked:
"This guy is truly a legendary punching bag."
It's not that Hui Feng didn't fight back at all, but it basically only gave a token counterattack, as if it was holding back some big move.
"At this rate, Ying Yuan is likely to lose."
Han Xuanji said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Mo Chenxiao nodded, clearly sensing that something was amiss.
As expected, even with continuous output, Ying Yuan's power was not inexhaustible, and he soon began to show signs of fatigue.
At this moment, Hui Feng began to bare its fangs.
It's somewhat similar to a move Ying Yuan used before.
Hui Feng also unleashed a deadly move, reflecting all the previous attacks back at him.
Caught completely off guard, Ying Yuan lost.
[ Hui Feng Wins]
The results displayed on the screen plunged the entire dojo into a brief silence.
The Ying Household' area was completely silent.