He still was not sure whether Baili Tusu was truly dead, so he needed to finish him off.
He had waited long enough. He had given the man his chance.
Now, he did not care whether Baili Tusu lived or died.
He only needed to make sure the man was truly dead.
Ye Lin slowly raised his hand. Powerful Sword Qi had already gathered in his palm.
Just as Ye Lin was about to bring his hand down, Baili Tusu, who had lain motionless on the Arena, suddenly stirred.
The entire Arena began to change.
Countless streams of lava burst across its surface.
The lava spread over the whole Arena, giving off a terrifying heat.
Baili Tusu's body sank straight into the lava, and the Long Sword beside him sank in with him.
"Oh?"
A flicker of curiosity crossed Ye Lin's eyes.
He slowly dispersed the Sword Qi in his palm and waited in silence.
He wanted to see what trick the man had up his sleeve.
In the past, he had lived by one rule: strike a man while he was down and take his life.
Had this been the old Ye Lin, he would have killed Baili Tusu the moment the man lay motionless on the Arena.
But now, he was absolutely confident.
He waited for Baili Tusu to surprise him.
To give him a surprise that would make his eyes light up.
The very fact that Ye Lin thought this way meant that, from the bottom of his heart, he had never regarded Baili Tusu as an opponent—or even as a person—from the moment he stepped onto the Arena.
While he was thinking, something changed below.
A hand emerged from the lava.
Then came a head.
It rose slowly from the molten surface.
A neck, a torso,