C219 New Holy Son

The moment An Batian's words fell, everyone present all looked silently at the Lin Yi who was still standing on the 102nd step. A trace of admiration surfaced in his eyes.

"Lin Yi, the third round of the competition is over. "You won."

Seeing that Lin Yi was not moving at all at this moment, and the blood-red white clothes on his body slowly fluttered in the wind