The disciples from Xia Country all wore worried expressions; having witnessed the might of Bloodline Power, they felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
"Does Lin Xuan have Bloodline Power?" they all looked toward Lin Xuan with faces full of hope.
"What a joke, do you think Bloodline Power is something common like cabbage?"
"There might not even be one person with it in the entire Xia Country!" the disciples from Ying Country mercilessly taunted.
Indeed, Bloodline Power was exceedingly rare, only possessed by a very small number of people.
And so far, Lin Xuan had not shown any sign of having Bloodline Power.
Lin Xuan's unbroken winning streak seriously annoyed Zi Ye. In his view, Lin Xuan just had good luck because he had not faced him.
Otherwise, a perfect record would have been impossible!
Among everyone's expectations, the seventh round began.
"The first match, Lin Xuan versus Zi Ye!"
As soon as the judge's voice rang out, the entire valley erupted into an uproar.