"Jin Lu, you are courting death!"
Zhuo Hen's injured face turned pale with raging fury in his heart. He ripped off the jade pendant on his body, and his aura instantly surged, his cultivation level immediately recovering to the seventh level of the Martial Venerable realm.
The opponent had clearly made a deliberate move to kill, so why did he need to be polite?
"Zhuo Hen, are you trying to violate the rules?"
At that exact moment, a stern shout rang out as the First Prince stood up. His face was filled with majesty, and a powerful aura swept across the heavens and earth.
Seeing this, Zhuo Hen's expression immediately faltered. Truly, he did not dare to disregard the First Prince's words.
"Zhuo Hen, you have already lost!" Jin Lu wore a vigilant expression, ready at any moment to remove the jade pendant on his body to prevent the opponent from launching a sudden, fatal strike.
At these words, Zhuo Hen's face turned alternating shades of green and white. The intense pain caused his forehead to be covered in beads of sweat the size of soybeans.
"Zhuo Hen, step down!" Gu Tianyi spoke, his voice cold and refusing any refusal.
"Eighth Prince, Jin Lu is bullying people too intolerably!" Zhuo Hen wore a reluctant expression. To leave the arena just like this was something he truly could not accept.
Hearing this, the Eighth Prince remained silent and spoke not a word. He was naturally well aware of this point, but Zhuo Hen was already incapable of further battle; even if he fought again, it would be meaningless.
Jin Lu wore a sneer at these words, asking mockingly, "Didn't the Eighth Prince say earlier that in sparring matches, injuries are inevitable? Isn't that so, Eighth Prince?"
"Yes!" Gu Tianyi nodded, his