On the arena.
Li Tai had already committed every ounce of his combat power, unleashing a frenzied assault without holding anything back.
He channeled all the seething fury, vicious rage, and fire of frustration in his chest through his body and into the Black Long Saber in his hand.
His body and mind merged with his saber technique. Driven by emotion pushed to its utmost, he forcibly wrung out the greatest combat power he could currently muster, taking his offensive to its absolute limit.
Amid a hum that shook the heavens, countless keen, fathomlessly black saber rays sprang into existence once more, spreading across the sky.
They were more violent, denser, and fiercer than his previous heavenly saber assault.
Layer upon layer of saber light obscured the air above the arena, tightly packed and crisscrossing over the ruined platform.
The raging saber assault carried the killing power of scripture profundity as it came crashing down. Its chilling sharpness permeated the surroundings, every ray bearing the ruthless might of a fight to the death. This was Li Tai's ultimate killing blow, purchased with decades of arduous cultivation and emotions driven to their extreme.
Facing this overwhelming, ferocious assault, Yang Jing's expression tightened slightly, his face turning solemn and grave.
He could clearly sense the viciousness of Li Tai's saber assault now. It carried the madness of a man throwing himself into certain death: heavier force, greater speed, fiercer bursts of power, and killing intent that had soared beyond its previous intensity.
He was solemn, but unafraid to fight; grave, but never panicked.
Having experienced sudden enlightenment in desperate straits and the transformation of his three arts fully merging into one, his heart had long since been tempered into something as steady as bedrock, untouched by ripples.
Even as the opposing tide