The Sacred King Who Suppressed Mountains spoke like a basin of icy water, carrying the weight of the rules and the deterrence of the Heavenly Origin Sacred Land as it crashed down upon the Myriad Phenomena Holy Lord.
His expression shifted between green and white, his chest heaving violently. The Saint Realm Dao aura surging around him swelled and faded unpredictably, showing the fierce struggle within him. If he acted, he would openly trample the rules and offend both the Myriad Treasure Hall and the Heavenly Origin Sacred Land, with consequences too dreadful to imagine. If he did not act, was he supposed to watch his own Holy Son be publicly executed like a dog, utterly ruining the Myriad Phenomena Sacred Land's reputation?
On the arena, Gu Sheng seemed utterly unaware of the tense, oppressive Saint Realm standoff high above.
With a thought, the countless crimson-gold divine flame flying swords suspended in the air and still aimed at Shi Wufeng all stopped in unison. Their tips lowered, yet their razor-sharp killing intent remained firmly locked onto the kneeling man below.
He looked down at Shi Wufeng, who was still groveling without end. His voice was so calm that not a trace of emotion could be heard in it, yet it chilled the heart more than any furious roar.
"Admit defeat? Holy Son Shi, it is already too late for that."
Shi Wufeng's groveling abruptly froze. He raised his head, his face blurred by blood and tears, his eyes filled with despair and the last crazed sliver of hope.
"It's not too late! It's not too late! Gu Sheng! Young Master Gu! So long as you're willing to spare me, we can discuss any condition! I... I can swear a Heart Demon Oath! I will serve as your slave for life!