I Have A Little Martial Nephew?
Editor: Henyee Translations
Ye Qiu turned around and looked at the scene below with a gratified expression. He waved his hand and said, "Everyone, the path to immortality has opened. Go! Go and pursue the immortal seats that belong to you. Fight to the death.
"The Immortal Dao is vast, and the weak are eliminated. This is a cruel competition. All you can do is use your last bit of strength to break through. If you can't, you can just start over."
As soon as Ye Qiu finished speaking, the blood of the youths present instantly boiled. The burning fighting spirit in their hearts instantly burned.
"Charge!"
"Come on! Let's fight to our heart's content."
Amidst the shouts, countless people rushed into the immortal path and began their competition. This was their stage, a stage that belonged only to their younger generation.
Ye Qiu didn't interfere, nor did he intend to. He only silently watched all of this.