Chen Wen tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You want to kill me? You really don't have the ability."
The expression on Chen Tianfeng's face withdrew completely. "You are the first person who has ever dared speak to This Seat like that, and while standing in the arena, no less."
"Today, in front of the eyes of the world, This Seat will leave these words here: you will regret making an enemy of me, and regret standing here."
"If I cannot make you wish you were dead, then all these years of cultivation for me, Chen Tianfeng, were for nothing."
This... Hiss!!!
As everyone felt the ice-cold aura emanating from every word Chen Tianfeng spoke, goosebumps rose over their whole bodies against their will.
With just a sentence or two, they could sense from it a bone-piercing chill and killing intent that was not concealed in the slightest.
It seemed they had still underestimated Chen Tianfeng's murderous heart toward Chen Wen.
Chen Wen's expression did not change. "You talk too much crap. Just take action."
"You... Good courage."
Chen Tianfeng's killing intent instantly boiled over, and he was about to strike Chen Wen dead.
Just then, Ye Zuchen spoke. "Wait first."
Chen Tianfeng suddenly turned his head and stared fixedly at Ye Zuchen. "What, thinking of going back on it now?"
Ye Zuchen said indifferently, "Have you forgotten something?"
Forgotten something?
Chen Tianfeng's brows could not help but knit together; for a moment, he did not react.
Ye Zuchen spoke again. "Before you begin, you must swear a Heavenly Dao Oath. If Chen Wen holds out for thirty moves, you cannot obstruct Chen Wen from taking her away in any form."
"Of course, we will also abide by the agreement. If Chen Wen cannot hold on for thirty moves,