"Yo-ho, then you're pretty strong!"
Under a Half-Saint, even ordinary Seven Sword Immortals would not dare claim they could hold out for ten breaths.
For Xiao Kongtong, a rising star, to speak so boldly, he was either overestimating himself or had absolute confidence in his own strength.
Ye Xiaotian smiled at first, then his expression turned solemn as he said gravely, "Then let me tell you another fact... Teng Shanhai is dead. He died at the hands of the one up ahead, and before he died, he displayed the power of a Demon God!"
Teng Shanhai? The chief of the Battle Division, Teng Shanhai?—Dead? Xiao Kongtong froze, looked into the distance, then back at the person before him, suspicion filling his face. "Didn't you say you didn't dare look?"
Is that really the point...? Ye Xiaotian was speechless. "I don't dare look at a Half-Saint. Does that mean I don't dare sneak a look at everyone else?"
Xiao Kongtong: "..."
"Now tell me, how much do you have left?" Ye Xiaotian asked again with a laugh.
Xiao Kongtong took another deep breath. "I said ten breaths, so ten breaths it is. If I fall short by even one breath, I'll take your surname!"
"Not bad confidence. You'd better live up to it." Ye Xiaotian raised a brow.
"You save the man, I'll cover the rear... I can hold for ten breaths. After ten breaths, I will definitely die." Xiao Kongtong laid his cards on the table as well. "I hope your Spatial Path doesn't disappoint me."
"Don't worry. If you can hold for ten breaths, I won't fail to save him." Ye Xiaotian nodded.
"Then let's go. Xu Xiaoshou is still waiting for us." Looking ready to march to his death, Xiao Kongtong shook himself and prepared to leave.
"Wait