"How is that possible!"
"This can't be true!"
Zhao Yingtian clutched his head, unable to believe that his estranged grandson could become so powerful.
He had even burst his proudly esteemed grandson.
Wasn't Luo Yu supposed to be a fake God's Child? How could he be outrageously strong?
Zhao Yingtian had lived a lifetime, had held power for countless years, and had never experienced such a slap in the face.
It hurt, it hurt so much.
He could never fathom why such a bizarre situation would arise.
The plan to impersonate the God's Child had been set long ago by them, so how did it turn out to be real?
This is unscientific.
Of course, with his discerning eye, he could see that, up to now, there was no sign of Luo Yu going all out in actual combat.
And his grandson had been fighting for his life.
Even if he gave it his all now, without relying on the strong magical treasures of his family, he probably wouldn't be a match for this grandson. Yet, he was crushed by Luo Yu?
How many years had Zhao Yingtian cultivated? And how many years could Luo Yu have practiced at most?
"Elder Luo, what on earth is going on!!!!"
Zhu Wushi's mouth tasted bitter, his old face slapped so loudly it resounded, his eyes full of disbelief.
He couldn't imagine that not only his own Zhu Tiangang, but also Zhao Yunliu of the Top Four Families, had both been easily defeated. It was preposterous.
The problem was that the six of them had previously joined forces to go out and declare that Luo Yu, the God's Child, was fake.
And yet the slap in the face came so swiftly.
Zhu Wushi and Zhao Yingtian had been the loudest in their denouncements, and now they had taken the worst beating.
As for the Head of the Li Family and Patriarch of the Sun Family, they did not even dare to let out a peep, hiding in the corner with faces as bitter as gourds, and dared not complain too much.
After all, their plight was worse; their own proud geniuses had fallen in the third round.
They had not even lasted to the fourth round.
To compare themselves head-to-head with Luo Yu?
Now they would rather find a crack to crawl into or flee from there.
The Liu Family and Patriarch of the Xiang Family maintained a semblance of calm on the surface, but to be honest, they were also somewhat uneasy inside, because the power Luo Yu had shown was too domineering.
He actually managed to mimic Zhao Yunliu's skills on the spot and defeat him. This was no longer something that could be encapsulated by the phrase "ingeniously skilled" – it was like a cow flying to the sky.
Absolutely awesome, extremely formidable.
Cao Xiong and Qin Zheng exchanged a sinister smile, saying nothing, but their hearts were overflowing with joy, and they secretly rejoiced that they hadn't gotten involved with those six old tigers, or they would have been face-slapped too.
A narrow escape.
A narrow escape, indeed!!!
Cao Xiong chuckled to himself, having said that Luo Yu was very peculiar and didn't seem like a fake God's Child.
Although he didn't know where the issue lay...
But his feeling wasn't wrong.
Now the only problem was that his grandson mustn't encounter Luo Yu too soon.
Otherwise, the outcome would be really hard to predict.
Truth be told, he still had some confidence in his grandson's strength, but since Luo Yu had yet to show his full hand, he remained quite wary and could only pray in his heart.
Through the glass, Luo Tiance observed the arena square, where a rest and adjustment was underway.
He turned, his eyes sweeping over the heads of the six major families.
"Don't rush."
"The competition isn't over yet, is it?"
"My grandson, this 'fake' God's Child, how could he possibly stand up to the true geniuses of your esteemed families?"
You old thing, who are you trying to belittle with that insinuation?
Zhu Wushi and the others were so angry their faces turned green.
But they dared not, and didn't have the face to, react; after all, the victor is king, and the defeated is the outlaw.
Their own grandsons had lost fair and square, thoroughly so; your extra babbling is useless.
Zhu Wushi and the others placed their last hope on Xiang Kunlun, Liu Sheng Tan, and Cao Potian.
As long as one of them could defeat Luo Yu, then they wouldn't have lost face completely today.
After all, a God's Child who could be defeated by a mortal wasn't a good God's Child.
These last three were also, in reality, considered the three strongest by the heads of the major families.
Luo Tiance, of course, keenly noticed their hopeful gazes and chuckled coldly in his heart.
They wouldn't cry until they saw the coffin.
Just wait!
Today, let my grandson show you old folks a thing or two.
If I can suppress you for a lifetime, my grandson is many times stronger than me. If suppressing your families' young brats is as easy as pie for me, won't it be even easier for him?
Inside the Western Dark Conference Room, there was a noisy dispute.
"Damn Great Xia Head, are you messing with us?"
"Where's that promised fake God's Child? How can a fake God's Child be badass to this extent?"
"Isn't this just making fun of us?"
"Is this what you call a fake God's Child?"
"Could the insider from Great Xia who tipped us off be a double agent, just screwing with our heads?"
"Damn, if I catch him next time he comes, I'll kill him!!"
The leaders of the Pantheon Temple, the Dark Council, Mount Olympus, the Ancient Buddha Holy Land, and Takamanopara were all furious.
"Don't panic. The kid has shown great strength, but it's only just stronger than mortals. He's nowhere near the God's Children from our powerful forces."
"Right, we can't panic. The kid's strength is not yet worthy of comparing with our God's Children."
"Wait and see, let the bullets fly for a while longer."
The leaders gradually calmed their rage and their mouths curled into confident smiles.
"Great Xia?"
"Nothing to write home about."
"Making it to the top four is still just a bunch of mortals, they can never understand the strength of a genius blessed by the gods."
The leaders turned their attention back to the screens as the semi-finals of the fifth round began.
Within the sports stadium surrounded by tens of thousands of spectators.
All the alloy arenas had been repaired and reinforced by a professional team.