On the arena, the battle was overturned, its tides abruptly reversed.
Saber light drifted and swirled around Li Tai, but the calm assurance of victory he had worn moments before had vanished entirely.
His brows knitted tightly, uncertainty flickered in his eyes, and his expression grew graver by degrees until it was utterly solemn. A murderous tension filled the air.
Even now, he could hardly accept what had happened before his eyes.
Only a few breaths earlier, he had unleashed the full scriptural killing move, "Heavenly Saber Descends." A sky-spanning net of saber light sealed off every direction, its uncanny momentum crushing down in layers and pinning Yang Jing to the arena.
The state of the battle had been plain to see. Yang Jing had struggled to fend off attacks on every side, each step fraught with danger. Blood marked his body, his clothes were torn, and he had been utterly outmatched throughout, his defenses on the brink of collapse.
Everyone, including Li Tai himself, had believed the next moment would bring his opponent's defeat and surrender, ending the arena battle.
Yet no one had expected a thunderclap to erupt from clear skies in that desperate situation!
Without warning, Yang Jing's strength had surged against the tide. His aura climbed layer upon layer, rising ever higher. His once-precarious defenses instantly became watertight, steadily blocking and neutralizing every stroke of Li Tai's relentless killing assault, into which he had poured all his reserves.
The Heavenly Saber Essence, powerful enough to crush peers and intimidate foes beyond his realm, had now lost its former deterrent power. It could no longer shake Yang Jing in the slightest.
More than that, having stabilized his faltering defense, Yang Jing had even begun launching a counterattack!
Boom!
A savage crash suddenly erupted!
Yang Jing strode through