"Since His Highness the Holy Son insists on this, then I, Yang, have no choice but to oblige."
Yang Lingtian let out a soft sigh, his face showing a trace of helplessness and resolve.
With a turn of his wrist, an ordinary low-grade Divine Sword appeared in his hand.
This was the low-grade Divine Artifact distributed by the sect earlier on the arena. Whoever won the arena could claim it.
Compared with the dazzling, imposing mid-grade Divine Sword in Li Ao's hand, it was simply the difference between a firefly and the bright moon.
Seeing this, the disdain and mockery on Li Ao's face grew even more pronounced.
"Hmph, what an overestimation of your own abilities." He snorted coldly, no longer giving Yang Lingtian any chance to speak.
"Blazing Heaven Burning Slash!" Li Ao roared, abruptly swinging the Crimson Flame Sky Burning Sword in his hand.
In an instant, a terrifying Sword Aura dozens of yards long and wreathed in blazing flames appeared.
It tore through the void, carrying terrifying might capable of incinerating everything, and descended toward Yang Lingtian's head.
Before the Sword Aura even arrived, the scorching wave had already twisted the surrounding air.
The vegetation in the valley instantly withered and charred black.
Facing this earth-shattering strike, Yang Lingtian's eyes narrowed slightly.
He continued to restrain his own power, suppressing his cultivation to the Mid Saint God Realm, just enough to contend with his opponent.
His footwork was profound, and his body was like a drifting fallen leaf. By the narrowest of margins, he avoided the terrifying Sword Aura's frontal impact.
"Rumble!"
The Sword Aura slammed into the ground where Yang Lingtian had been standing moments before.
The earth shook violently. Dust billowed, and a huge chasm so deep its bottom could not be seen appeared in