In the brief time it took to burn a stick of incense, Ling Tian's side had wiped out more than four hundred fighters from Ten Thousand Swords Cliff. Everyone watching was dumbstruck, then burst into loud cheers. They had never imagined Ling Tian could devise such a flawless strategy, each move linking seamlessly to the next as he kept the situation firmly under control. For the first time, they had gained a clear understanding of team battles, and they were even more eager to see how Ling Tian's group would fight next.
While the others were still reeling, Ten Thousand Swords Cliff was shrouded in gloom. Shangguan Longyin's face was livid, but he said nothing. He stared straight at the hundred-plus corpses on the arena, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.
This record was undoubtedly a slap in Ten Thousand Swords Cliff's face. Even wiping out every last one of Ling Tian's group in the end would not undo the humiliation. What was more, not a single person on Ling Tian's side had been hurt. At that moment, they held an overwhelming advantage.
"Tsk, tsk. Sigh, you've lost another two hundred men. That kid Ling Tian is merciless." Zi Ling deliberately clicked his tongue a few times, then pointed at Xing Zhan. "Old Mo said Xing Zhan had too much killing intent. After seeing him today, I can confirm it. This won't do. Lian Yue will have to teach him a good lesson later."
Hearing Zi Ling's taunts, Dugu Lou and the others looked so gloomy they seemed ready to drip water. But they didn't dare lay a hand on Zi Ling, so they could only glare furiously at the arena and hope the situation would somehow turn around.
"Hmph. Just you wait. Let's see what other tricks Ling Tian's