Chu Xisheng glanced up into the sky, but paid it no mind.
He lowered his head again, his gaze icy as he looked at Gods and Devils Saber Lord Wan Jiansheng.
"Your master said I won, but this spar where life and death are of no consequence is between you and me. His word doesn't count. Still, out of respect for your master, I'm willing to give you another chance. Wan Jiansheng, will you concede?"
"Kill!"
Gods and Devils Saber Lord Wan Jiansheng coughed up blood, his eyes scarlet. His muscles continued to swell, and threads of blood-red markings even appeared outside his body.
In Cloud Sky, Demonic Flow Saber Lord Zhuang Yan was beside himself with fury, veins bulging on his saber hand.
This Chu Xisheng was truly killing the person and destroying the heart!
He meant to destroy Wan Jiansheng's heart of the Dao completely!
But Wan Jiansheng's condition alarmed him even more.
The Human Race bloodline within Wan Jiansheng was already showing signs of collapse.
He could still draw out more power, but afterward, he would never again be able to maintain the balance of bloodlines within his body.
Sword Qi Cang Haishi sensed the fierce, chilling aura of Demonic Flow Saber Lord Zhuang Yan beside him, but merely shook his head, disdain in his eyes. "Brother Zhuang, this is where you're wrong. Even a country farmer knows to accept defeat after agreeing to a wager. Since he's lost, he should simply concede.
"When I lost to you back then, I didn't say anything either. Didn't all those people who lost to Wan Jiansheng accept their defeats honestly? Why is it that your disciple can't afford to lose?"
Zhuang Yan's eyes darkened, but in the end, he did nothing.
Watching Wan Jiansheng struggle wretchedly below, he sighed