Si Hao's face darkened further: "Eat your watermelon! Also, Xiu Qiyu is about to go on stage."

Ye Xiruo indeed hugged the watermelon and ate it with relish: "Don't you guys want some? It tastes really good." She wasn't worried at all.

"You can eat slowly by yourself! This serial killer won without a fight, which puts a lot of pressure on those above." But unless you're in the top ten, encountering a serial killer is almost certainly a death sentence. He was lucky; he returned to his seat safely, like a ghost, seemingly invisible but not easily overlooked.

"What's so difficult about that? Brother Xiu Qi can challenge him in the second round." Anyway, Brother Xiu Qiyu has a strange fire, which is the nemesis of the demon race.

"Little Yezi, how could you be so stupid? Have you forgotten that his ranking is ahead of Xiu Qiyu?"

"So what? At worst, we'll use a war of attrition. I don't believe we can't take him down," Ye Xiruoyin said fiercely.

Hua Rong gave a thumbs up: "You're ruthless."

Soon, it was Xiu Qiyu's turn to take the stage. Dressed in pure white, her face, as bright and dazzling as moonlight, wore a perfectly timed smile. Her posture and demeanor were captivating; she became the center of attention the moment she appeared.

Outside the stadium, countless people were screaming hysterically.

"Ahhh! My idol has finally appeared! It was worth waiting all this time!"

"My idol seems even more dazzling than before."

"The male god can conquer his rivals with his good looks, so he should just admit defeat!"

"Idiot, if you admit defeat, our idol will go back. Let's fight it out! It's been so long since we've seen our idol dominate. We really miss it!"

"The previous five have all been on the show, who else can rival the male god?"

"My idol is going to sweep everything!"

In terms of the number of fans, everyone present probably combined doesn't have as many as Xiu Qiyu alone. Xiu Qiyu is definitely a living legend.

Xiu Qiyu's opponent appeared quickly. Luckily, it was an alien race, ranked eighty-sixth. In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Xiu Qiyu slashed him into several pieces, without even letting him utter the word of surrender. After the battle, Xiu Qiyu's white robes remained as pristine as snow, spotless, her elegant figure eliciting screams from many once again. Slowly sheathing her sword, Xiu Qiyu nonchalantly collected the alien's corpse—the spoils she had promised Xiao Yezi.

The alien races, including Mu Feng, Lang Sha, and Xiong Zhan, were practically spitting fire as they looked at Xiu Qiyu. This was an absolute insult, a blatant insult. He had actually slaughtered their people right in front of them, not even sparing their corpses.

After drawing enough hatred, Xiu Qiyu leisurely returned to his seat. He gave Lang Sha, who was closest to him, a sarcastic smile: "Inferior in skill."

Mu Feng has been quite pitiful lately. Zhan Changtian, Yu Kou, Jing Li, and now even Xiu Qiyu has climbed above him. The other alien races also looked displeased. Xiu Qiyu has incurred the wrath of everyone this time, but what does it matter? If you're not happy, come and fight me one-on-one!

In any case, all the humans felt incredibly gratified. One person had died in the third round of the ranking matches—an alien race—who was easily dealt with by a human prodigy. This would be a significant encouragement for the subsequent ranking matches. There's nothing to fear about alien races; not all alien races are invincible and incredibly powerful. Didn't Xiu Qiyu cleanly and decisively kill one?

Xiu Qiyu's die-hard fans are almost going crazy. The appearance of the male god is indeed extraordinary. Look at his sharp eyes, clean and neat movements, and his incredibly handsome posture. Ahhh, male god, does he need a leg accessory, the kind who can act cute?

"Our idol has achieved a great victory! Hooray!"

"As expected, nothing can outrun the god's sword. So what if they're from another race?"

"Did you see that look in Mu Feng's eyes? Hahaha, be careful he doesn't go berserk."

"Hahaha, that's so satisfying! My idol is just infuriating!"

After watching the brief battle, Zhan Changtian nodded: "Xiu Qiyu is indeed worthy of his reputation."

Jing Li snorted coldly: "It's because the opponent is too weak, not because he is too strong."

“What the Palace Master said makes some sense. Xiu Qiyu’s actions have thoroughly enraged the alien race, and they will definitely retaliate in the subsequent battle.” Yu Kou has now figured out Jing Li’s arrogant temperament. As long as it is related to Xiu Qiyu, it must be Xiu Qiyu’s fault. You must never praise Xiu Qiyu in front of Jing Li, otherwise you will be stabbing Jing Li in the chest.

Zhan Changtian sighed: "This is inevitable. Even without Xiu Qiyu, the alien races would not let go of any opportunity to slaughter humans." He was somewhat surprised that Xiu Qiyu could kill an alien race member directly.

The top ten quickly finished their battles. Perhaps spurred on by Xiu Qiyu, the unfortunate humans who were drawn against the alien race and the demon race cleanly and decisively said "I concede" and jumped off the stage, giving them no chance to make a move.

"Zishu drew a member of an alien race ranked fifty-fifth." It seems that all the alien races drawn by the Pill King Palace are alien races. Jing Li defeated Mu Feng, and Xiu Qiyu directly killed an alien race member, infuriating the alien race members to the point of almost vomiting blood. Now that Zishu has drawn another alien race member, everyone is eagerly anticipating Zishu's performance.

After Zishu refined the Wood Fire, he followed Ye Liusha and his gang to hunt down alien races, which further improved his combat skills, especially his ability to deal with alien races.

At this moment, Zishu drew his sword and calmly looked at the alien race opposite him. Their cultivation levels were similar, but overall, the alien race was probably a bit stronger.

Therefore, the alien race had no intention of admitting defeat at all; on the contrary, they wanted to take the opportunity to destroy Zishu. This human seemed really weak.

The enormous Supreme Being Book was used as a hidden weapon, hurled at the alien race. Despite the alien race's thick skin and tough flesh, it was no match for the enormous Supreme Being Book.

Jingli covered her eyes. Zishu, that idiot, how could he look so stupid? Is there anyone who would fight to the death against a foreign race like that? Doesn't he even look at his own small body?

"Is this the first disciple of the Mirror Palace Master—Alchemist Zishu?"

Unfortunately, Yu Kou actually spoke up: "Truly extraordinary."

Jing Li really didn't know what to say: "His alchemy is passable, but when it comes to fighting, he's far inferior to Xiu Qiyu."

Oh, so Ye Xiruo was only one reason. The other reason was Zishu. Thinking about it, the Palace Master Jingli has had it so tough.

The battle lasted a day and a night. In the end, Zishu emerged victorious. The alien, barely clinging to life, uttered "I concede" and collapsed to the ground. This was because Zishu had completely exhausted his inner energy.

Zishu skillfully took out a bottle of pills and began to take them. Judging from his expression, there was a hint of regret. Why did he admit defeat so easily? Otherwise, he could have been eliminated once the boy passed out.

The alien race was indeed stronger than Zishu, but Zishu had a deep foundation and would frequently self-destruct a magical artifact, infuriating the alien race. Crucially, Zishu possessed a large quantity of top-grade pills. When his true essence was nearly depleted, a couple of pills would restore him to full strength within two minutes. Injuries were no problem either; he could just take some pills.

Zishu's actions fully demonstrate what true heroism and the combat power of a master alchemist are! Even if you can't beat them, you can still wear them down to death.