Song Taichong had been just as stubborn as Lu Yang was now. No matter what, he had refused to give up.
In the end, the Heavenly Saber Statue had steadily worn down his will until it was completely spent. He had simply collapsed unconscious in the square.
So, in Song Taichong's view, no matter how hard Lu Yang tried, this was as far as he could go. Beneath the Heavenly Saber, he could never take another step forward!
He stepped forward and used his kingly spiritual power to send his voice ringing across the square.
"Lu Yang, nephew, give up. The Heavenly Saber tests your talent in the way of the blade. Once you've reached your limit, no amount of effort will help. Just turn around and leave the Heavenly Saber Square. When you come back in, that pressure will be gone." Song Taichong tried to make his reminder as gentle as possible.
He hoped to use this opportunity to show Lu Yang a little goodwill and ease his wariness toward him.
After all, Lu Yang had truly sensed the killing intent Song Taichong had directed at him just moments ago.
That would make it very difficult to recruit Lu Yang later.
Yet Lu Yang, in the square, gave no response. He didn't even glance in Song Taichong's direction.
From beginning to end, he kept his head down and pressed forward.
Even when the terrifying will emanating from the Heavenly Saber drove him back to the nine-hundred-zhang mark, Lu Yang would unhesitatingly set out again and continue forward.
Failure seemed like an everyday occurrence to him, unable to stir even the slightest emotion.
So what if he failed? As long as he kept trying and thinking, there was still room to move forward.
The clash of wills was no different.