Yang Chen's attack had failed, and many people no longer believed he had the slightest hope of winning.
Against an opponent of Yang Chen's caliber, a single all-out strike could secure victory if it gained an advantage. If it failed to do so, Yang Chen would undoubtedly lose.
The gap between their Dao arts was simply too great.
Just like before—Yang Chen's spear strike had not even broken through Murong Shi's Sword Dao Intent.
That had been when Murong Shi's guard was at its weakest. If Yang Chen attacked again, he likely would not even get a chance to approach the barrier formed by the Sword Dao Intent Inscription.
Wang Yuanzheng, who had still held onto a few lingering hopes, let out a soft sigh.
"What am I even hoping for?" Wang Yuanzheng smiled bitterly.
Wang Feng and the Hou Family Head were secretly cursing as well.
Though they could not obtain the crown, they absolutely did not want Wang Yuanzheng to gain a place in the Sacred Domain.
For a time, the battle continued.
Murong Shi also felt that victory was firmly in his grasp. Controlling the Purgatory Sword Array, he launched a relentless bombardment toward Yang Chen, wave after wave of sword rain falling down. Had it been anyone else, they would have long since been beaten beyond the ability to care for themselves.
Yet what Murong Shi could not understand was why none of his sword-rain attacks could harm Yang Chen in the slightest.
This allowed Yang Chen to organize another attack and charge toward him once more.
"Ancient God's Wrath!" Yang Chen gathered his spear technique and abruptly rushed out from the Killing Intent domain, locking onto Murong Shi again.
Murong Shi said in a low voice, "Kid, although I don't know what method you're relying