Jiang Ping An's body festered, decayed, and fell apart, giving off a foul stench—the omen of life withering away.
Chan Yuan Da wanted nothing more than to strike immediately and finish off this arrogant human, but killing was forbidden in this tournament.
"You have thirty breaths left. Surrender now, and this Young Master will detoxify you. Otherwise, you will surely die."
Compared to killing his opponent, Chan Yuan Da wanted even more to see this fellow beg before him.
"Is that all?"
Jiang Ping An's voice remained as calm as ever, as though he had not seen his own rotting flesh at all.
At those words, everyone's expressions turned exceedingly strange.
"Is that all? Is something wrong with this guy's head? His body has already rotted to this state. He'll fall within thirty breaths, yet he's still talking tough."
"Could this human still have some trump card?"
"What trump card could he possibly have? Chan Yuan Da's venom is terrifying. Forget Human Immortals—even Earth Immortal Realm powerhouses would find it difficult to withstand this venom."
"The battlefield has suppressed their realms and cultivation. If he still refuses to surrender, this human is dead without a doubt."
Chan Yuan Da looked toward Saintess Cang You. "Saintess, you saw it too. I wanted to detoxify him, but he refused it himself. If something happens to him, don't blame me."
Cang You's willow eyebrows knitted tightly as she said to Jiang Ping An, "Hurry and surrender. There is no point in holding on any longer."
What exactly was this fellow doing? He clearly had no strength at all, yet he insisted on enduring it. Was he here to seek death?
Jiang Ping An still gave no response. As time passed, chunks of his flesh fell away, until only his skeleton gradually remained.
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