"Get up there. His strength must be exhausted by now. He's only putting on a show."
The Heavenly Sword Sect Master's voice held no emotion, cold as a blade.
"You're still at your peak. Even if you have to wear him down, you must exhaust him to death for me."
"Yes..."
Zhang He forced out a single word with difficulty, feeling as though his legs weighed a thousand jun.
Amid countless sympathetic, pitying, and schadenfreude-filled gazes,
he climbed onto the arena step by step, as though heading to the execution ground.
He looked at the figure opposite him. The other man was clearly still panting, his face pale.
Yet in Zhang He's eyes, that was not a person.
It was an insurmountable primordial Divine Mountain, radiating a terrifying pressure that made even his soul tremble.
"Heavenly Sword Sect, Zhang He. Please... grant me your instruction."
Zhang He drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, and unleashed all the divine power within his body without reservation.
Brilliant divine light enveloped his entire body.
Profound and mysterious formation patterns circulated around him, forming an incomparably thick formation shield.
He had never thought of attacking. He only wanted to hold out a little longer.
Even lasting one more breath would count as completing the sect master's assigned task.
However, he had thought too much. Yang Lingtian looked at him without even the slightest ripple in his eyes.
It was as though he were looking at an utterly insignificant ant.
He did not even draw his sword. He merely slowly raised his right hand and pointed two fingers together like a sword.
Clearly, Yang Lingtian had stopped pretending and intended to use his cultivation power and law power at full strength.
Suddenly, gray-black Chaos Sword Qi condensed at his fingertips.