Sun Jian's voice trembled, as if he had remembered something that terrified him.
"His swordsmanship suddenly became incredibly strange, and his strength suddenly surged by a large margin as well."
"It was as if... as if..."
Li Ao's eyes narrowed, and he shouted sharply, "As if what?"
Sun Jian abruptly raised his head. A look of sudden realization flashed through his eyes as he hurriedly said:
"It was as if he had secretly taken some forbidden divine pill that could increase his strength for a short time."
"Yes, that must be it!"
He spoke with certainty, as though he had seized a lifeline.
"Otherwise, with his Mid Saint God Realm cultivation, how could he have suddenly erupted with such terrifying combat power and defeated me in one move?"
"That definitely wasn't his true strength."
Li Ao's brows drew tightly together at this. He sank into thought.
Sun Jian's guess was not entirely unreasonable.
After all, the contrast between Yang Lingtian's performances before and after on the arena had been far too immense.
If he had not borrowed external power, how could an obscure Rogue Cultivator possess such monstrous combat strength?
"Forbidden divine pill..." Li Ao murmured.
The fury in his eyes eased slightly, but the cold killing intent within him only grew stronger.
"Hmph. Even if he borrowed the power of pills, so what?"
He snorted coldly, his eyes still filled with contempt and disdain for Yang Lingtian.
"Such unorthodox methods can never truly stand on the grand stage."
"Still, this boy's scheming is rather deep. He actually knew to reveal his trump card only at the critical moment."
Li Ao's gaze grew increasingly sinister.
He had originally thought that Yang Lingtian was nothing more than an ant he could crush at will.
Now, it seemed that this ant was