"An impressive move, Holy Lord!"
Di Tian watched as Yang Xu's cultivation fell to the Spirit Sacrifice Realm. Divine light shot from his eyes, and his divine sense had long since swept out to inspect Yang Xu's body. Only after confirming that there was no problem did he laugh.
This concerned a crucial battle for his disciple, so naturally, he had to be cautious. After all, he did not believe in the slightest that the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land would follow the rules.
After all, if the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land won, they would obtain Zhao Wuji. The benefits were simply too great. It would not have been strange for the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land to break the rules.
Fortunately, the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land had not sunk quite that low. They had not cheated while suppressing Yang Xu's cultivation, since that would have been far too easy to spot. Di Tian was no fool; he was a genuine Heavenly Realm powerhouse.
Trying to fool Di Tian was simply impossible.
In the arena.
After his cultivation was lowered, Yang Xu immediately looked at Xiao Yun and laughed loudly. "Brother Xiao, please enlighten me!"
As soon as he spoke, a scorching aura rushed toward them, like blazing magma erupting from a violent volcano. It radiated searing heat, rapidly driving up the surrounding temperature.
From afar, Yang Xu looked like a blazing sun, heat waves billowing around him as brilliant light shone from his body.
"Please!" Xiao Yun spat out a single word with an indifferent expression. He then controlled the Black Demon Sword, which carried a jet-black beam of light as it whistled toward Yang Xu.
This time, he chose to strike first, because he could sense that Yang Xu was extremely powerful—not someone those previous two Holy Sons of the