The jeers from below the stage grew louder.
"Get on your knees! Get on your knees and beg for mercy! Senior Brother Sun Jian is merciful—he'll give you a chance."
Countless gloating gazes swept toward Yang Lingtian in unison, waiting for the moment he humiliated himself by begging for mercy.
In the VIP seats, the smile on Li Ao's face grew increasingly radiant.
He even lifted his teacup and gave a mock toast toward the private room where Liu Ruyan was seated,
the provocation and smugness in his eyes completely undisguised.
Inside Liu Ruyan's private room, her beautiful eyes behind the gauze narrowed slightly, glimmering with a profound meaning that others could hardly detect.
This Yang Lingtian is acting remarkably well.
If she had not personally witnessed him frightening away five Shadowy Tower assassins with a single sword strike, she might have been deceived by his "miserable state" at this moment.
What exactly was he planning?
On the arena, Yang Lingtian faced Sun Jian's coercion and humiliation, as well as the tsunami-like jeers from below.
Deep within his terrified gaze, however, a cold glint quietly flashed before vanishing in an instant.
He struggled, his body swaying slightly as if he might collapse at any moment.
Then, in a hoarse and feeble voice, he said, "If I admit defeat, can you... let me go?"
This appearance further confirmed the image of him as a cowardly weakling who clung to life and feared death.
Upon hearing this, Sun Jian threw back his head and let out a wild burst of laughter. "Hahahaha!"
"Admit defeat? You only want to admit defeat now? Too late."
"This young master said that you're bound to die today."
"However, before you die, this young master will make you taste every pain and humiliation in this world."
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