On the dueling arena, Liu Tianxiang lay curled up on the ground, unconscious and covered in blood. The sight pierced everyone's eyes.
Seeing the miserable state of his disciple, Feiyun Sect's Grand Elder Li Tianming glanced at the provocative sneer at the corner of Yun Shan's mouth. The True Essence of his late Origin Embracing Realm cultivation erupted in an instant, and he was about to charge down from the high platform.
But before he could move, Yun Shan suddenly lifted his foot and kicked Liu Tianxiang's body toward Li Tianming like a piece of trash. "Old geezer, your disciple's here. If you want him, catch him."
Li Tianming's pupils contracted sharply. He hurriedly flashed forward and caught Liu Tianxiang. The spot where he caught him was scalding with blood, and his disciple's feeble breathing made his heart tighten.
His suppressed fury completely erupted. He looked up and glared at Yun Shan, his roar making the pillars of the high platform hum. "You're courting death!"
"Elder Li, calm yourself." Baiyang Sect's Grand Elder Xue Wujiang suddenly stepped in front of Li Tianming, a mocking curve tugging at his lips.
"The True Disciple Tournament is cruel by nature. Victory, defeat, life, and death all depend on one's ability. If you want to attack and break the rules, aren't you afraid of provoking the other two sects' displeasure?"
His words seemed like a warning, but he was deliberately fanning the flames.
As long as Li Tianming attacked first, he could use the excuse that a Feiyun Sect elder had violated the tournament rules to rally the other sects and suppress Feiyun Sect, even taking the opportunity to eliminate Ye Feng, this hidden threat.
Li Tianming's chest heaved violently, the veins on the hand holding Liu Tianxiang bulging.
Of course he knew what