"Unfortunately, before this, there would have been arbiters watching from within the illusion realm. But now, because of the Seven Thunders Blazing Sun..." Fairy Xuanhua continued explaining. "All disciples of my Thunder Control Sect are arbiters. Only Qian Ding and Xiangyang are on the Thunder Competition Ground. Unless Xiangyang admits defeat, this battle will never have a chance to end! But if Xiangyang refuses to concede, then... it will test Qian Ding's patience!"
"Sect Leader..." Zhuo**** asked tearfully, "Is there truly no other way?"
"This is a dead end Xiangyang set for himself..." Fairy Xuanhua answered blandly. "The only one who can keep him from dying is himself!"
"But..." How could Zhuo**** not know what Xiangyang was thinking? Once Xiangyang had set his sights on a direction, even if he rammed straight into the southern wall, he would never turn back! That had been the case when Xiangyang remained in Myriad Thunder Valley back then, and it was the same now on the Thunder Competition Ground!
Zhuo**** turned to look toward the Thunder Competition Ground. At this moment, Qian Ding had once again run out of patience and begun to strike. Xiangyang's Golden Core had already shattered, and his instinctive resistance had vanished. He was little different from an unarmed mortal now. If Qian Ding hardened his heart even slightly, Xiangyang would fall!
Zhuo**** had already despaired, and Cui Hongshen's heart had likewise turned cold. The tens of thousands of Thunder Control Sect disciples also felt sorrow welling up within them...
Among the masses, only Yan Qinglian remained calm, even revealing a faint, tranquil smile. She would send her husband on his final journey with a smile!
"Woooo..." At this critical moment, hundreds of dark clouds rapidly gathered high above the distant mountains. "Boom, boom, boom..." Peals of thunder, like