You should take the field as well

No matter how unwilling they were, the Bodhi Sect could not keep dragging this out. Someone had to take the field.

This place of doctrinal debate seemed to have become a road to the Yellow Springs.

The monks who entered the arena found themselves in a dilemma. Whether they attacked with all their might or stood still and held themselves back, in the end, none could escape that startling sword strike.

What Shen Yi had done had clearly enraged every Great Freedom Bodhisattva.

And this act would affect the great calamity in more ways than just this.

Beyond this patch of yellow cloud, disciples of the two sects battling elsewhere gradually discovered that something was wrong as well.

Even when the monks held the upper hand, they did not dare hold back in the slightest. Who knew whether the cultivator before them was imitating Taixu True Lord—deliberately showing weakness, lying dormant as he prepared to take their life in a single blow.

Once the seed of suspicion had been planted, it was difficult to undo.

Unless they killed the other party completely, they could never truly rest easy.

They were not second-rank Great Freedom beings. They had only one life—how could they dare gamble on another's intentions?

"You've gone too far!"

The cultivators who had originally been unable to defeat the monks were driven into a corner. To protect themselves, they could only assume an all-or-nothing stance.

A dense, chilling air of slaughter suddenly arose within tranquil Eastern Sumeru.

Besides Shen Yi's attacks, disciples began to perish elsewhere as well. Once casualties appeared, everyone who entered the arena—regardless of whether their opponent was strong or weak—looked as though they faced a great enemy, their hearts brimming with vigilance. Their attacks also became increasingly vicious.

Only after a junior brother