This Yang Lingtian was truly a monster, with one astonishing method after another.
Last time, he had escaped by sheer luck in the void.
This time, since he had dared to challenge him so fearlessly,
who knew what sinister trump card he had prepared?
For a moment, the Golden Armored Divine King found himself caught in a dilemma.
He had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, yet this was the first time a junior had forced him into such an awkward position.
Seeing his expression shift between gloom and brightness, Yang Lingtian was secretly delighted.
This was exactly the effect he wanted.
The reason he had provoked him so arrogantly was to force the Golden Armored Divine King into a one-on-one fight.
Because he knew very well that, given the Chaos Sacred Sect's current strength,
if they truly fought the Zhan Tian Sect's army head-on, they would be far more likely to lose than win.
Their only chance of victory was for him to personally act and eliminate the opposing commander, the Golden Armored Divine King.
As long as the Golden Armored Divine King died, the Zhan Tian Sect's army would be left leaderless and collapse without a fight.
And if he wanted this old fox, the Golden Armored Divine King, to give up the advantage of ganging up on him and fight him alone,
he had to use words to force him into a situation where he had no choice but to fight.
He would use the thing the man cared about most—the dignity and face of a Divine King—as the stake.
Judging by the situation, his plan had already succeeded halfway.
"What? Don't dare?"
Seeing that the time was ripe, Yang Lingtian added fuel to the fire once more.
"A mighty Divine King was actually frightened by