"Forget it! Talking to you is like opening a set of Russian nesting dolls, layer after layer! You've said what you needed to say, so you should at least give me some idea of what this assessment actually is, right?"
"Kid! I have to admit you're strong, but this bit of strength still isn't enough!"
On the arena grounds of the Soul Master Elite Tournament, the Seven Kill Sword in Jian Tongming's hand trembled nonstop.
Jian Tongming's opponent in this match was the Tianyuan Team, which came from a powerful hidden sect.
A lineup of five Soul Ancestors, one Soul King, and one Soul Emperor truly put Jian Tongming under pressure, and he had gradually fallen into a disadvantage.
Even with Divine Slaughter's Domain weakening the Tianyuan Team's strength, their terrifying overall power was still right there. Jian Tongming, who had only four rings' worth of strength, genuinely felt the pressure was immense.
"Then let's fight to our hearts' content!" Jian Tongming's originally somewhat flagging aura suddenly climbed back to its peak!
"Kid! I really admire you. After the match is over, drinks are on me!" the captain of the Tianyuan Team said with a loud laugh, his eyes filled with excitement as he looked at Jian Tongming, whose aura had surged.
"Seven Origin Battle Formation! Rise!"
"Ha!"
At that moment, the seven members of the Tianyuan Team also gave it everything they had. Strands of strange energy linked the seven of them together.
At that moment, the Tianyuan Team became a single whole, clearly having used some kind of secret technique to maximize the combat power of all seven.
A huge ball of light slowly rose above the seven of them, erupting with an astonishing energy field.
"Brother, it's still not too late to admit defeat! The Seven Origin