Xia Feng ceased his actions not because he feared Li Qingyu, but because at this time, besides him, there was only Xia Tianming left inside the Void Cauldron.
He sensed the quiet outside, lifted the lid of the Void Cauldron, and was about to climb out, just as a head rolled to the side of his cauldron.
The moment he lifted the lid, he was startled and kicked the head away, his face tinged with confusion, "What kind of ghostly thing is this?"
The head rolled a few circles, collided with another head, and then stopped.
Everyone present, whether onlookers or judges, fell silent for a moment.
Xia Feng's lips curved into a faint smile, "So, now in this final, wouldn't you say I've passed?"
"The top thirty receive tokens, no matter what, I should be in the top thirty, right?"
Now only he and Xia Tianming remained on the stage; they were the first and second, as for the remaining twenty-eight...
