"Human Butcher"!

The spectators staggered back, robes snapping in the wind, their faces stinging with pain!

Ying Zheng retreated several steps. With a sweep of his broad sleeve, he scattered the dust rushing at his face, yet he could not hide the blazing light in his eyes.

"Cough... cough, cough!"

His black robe was dust-stained, its hem torn, but his gaze remained nailed to the arena—

The dueling ground had long since become unrecognizable:

The blue bricks had shattered completely, ravines crisscrossing the ground;

Dust and mist filled the air, turning everything within several miles into ruins!

Had this place not been guarded by the ancient grand formation of the Human Race's sacred ground, the mountains would have crumbled and the earth split apart by now, the heavens and earth drained of color!

Deep within the dust—

Bai Qi knelt on one knee, breathing heavily. His battle robe was in tatters, and a thread of blood wound down from the corner of his lips.

One hand clenched the Wolfbreaker Blade in a death grip, its tip buried deep in the ground. His knuckles had gone white, yet he never let go!

His mind was clear, his fighting spirit unextinguished!

In contrast, Li Tian still stood as straight as a green pine, his robes fluttering lightly in the wind, his expression as calm as ever.

His blue robes were spotless, untouched by even a speck of dust;

His bearing was gentle as a spring breeze brushing across one's face.

Li Tian's eyes blazed like torches as they fixed directly on Bai Qi. His voice was slow, heavy, and clear—

"Fight!"

Bai Qi swayed, his knee striking the ground, but he suddenly gritted his teeth and forced himself upright, his back drawn taut like a hard bow pulled to its limit.

His grip around