"Boom!"
The ground had been smashed into a person-shaped crater, dust billowing into the air.
The entire arena fell silent.
Everyone stood there with their mouths agape, staring blankly at the scene, having even forgotten to breathe.
He had lost?
The dignified Young Sect Master of the Nine Star Sword Sect, Jian Wuchen, a peak Divine Lord, had actually lost?
And he had lost so completely, so miserably!
Someone had cleaved his Divine Weapon in two with a broken iron sword, then slapped him hard across the face in front of everyone!
This was practically rubbing the Nine Star Sword Sect's dignity into the ground!
The dust dispersed.
Jian Wuchen's face was covered in blood, his hair disheveled. Where was the elegant bearing he had possessed before?
He struggled to climb to his feet, his eyes filled with humiliation and madness.
"I'm going to kill you... I'll definitely kill you..."
However, before he could even stand steadily,
a large foot clad in a black war boot descended from the sky.
"Bam!"
Yang Dingtian stomped viciously on Jian Wuchen's face, forcing the head he had just raised back into the mud.
"Ugh... ugh..."
Jian Wuchen let out a beast-like growl, frantically clawing at the ground with both hands as he tried to break free.
But the thing pressing down on his face no longer felt like a foot. It was an immovable primordial Divine Mountain.
No matter how he struggled, he could not move even an inch.
Yang Dingtian looked down at Jian Wuchen beneath his foot, standing tall with his hands on his hips and mockery all over his face.
"That's it?"
"This is the swordsmanship your Nine Star Sword Sect is so proud of?"
"You've got all the fancy moves in the world, yet you can't even block my