C341 Advance to the Finals!

As the Gray-Robed Old Man called out the tenth place, the swordsman behind the mask visibly sighed in relief. It was clear he had been on edge, uncertain whether he'd secure a spot in the top ten.

Envious glances were cast his way from the crowd. Tenth on the God Ranking was no small feat. Though the finals were yet to come, achieving such a standing in the semi-finals was commendable