"Has a worthy opponent finally arrived?"
Yang Lingtian thought to himself, but an imperceptible glint flashed through his eyes.
"Sect Master Yang, you've fought fifteen battles in a row. You're already at the end of your rope."
Jian Kuangzi walked to the center of the arena. His voice was calm, yet it carried immense confidence.
"I, Jian Kuangzi, have no wish to take advantage of you."
"If you surrender now, I can guarantee you a safe departure."
Upon hearing this, Yang Lingtian's lips curled into a smile brimming with battle intent.
"Surrender? Those two words have never existed in my dictionary."
The Sky-Piercing Divine Sword in his hand once again let out a clear sword cry, as though answering its master's battle intent.
"Come. Let me see exactly how strong the Heavenly Sword Sect's strongest trump card truly is."
Yang Lingtian threw back his head and roared. The dormant Chaos Power within him began to howl slowly.
Boom!
A deafening explosion, like thunder erupting from flat ground, detonated beside everyone's ears.
Across Yang Lingtian's body, the "fatigue" and "weakness" he had disguised himself with vanished.
The same old, tattered robe was instantly torn to shreds by an unrivaled, domineering will.
His originally weary eyes were now as deep as two seas of chaotic stars.
Ancient and weathered, yet containing a searing battle intent powerful enough to burn the Nine Heavens to ash.
This was not the struggle of a spent force at the end of its rope, but the supreme might of a hidden dragon emerging from its abyss and a fierce tiger returning to the mountains!
"You...!"
Jian Kuangzi's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints, while alarms rang wildly in his heart.
What he sensed was no longer an opponent who had fought fifteen battles in a row and exhausted