This is bad! Mo Tianling was instantly alarmed. He could sense the life-threatening danger rushing right towards him. He felt his heart sink into despair, as if he were on the verge of drowning.

He’d fought and killed on the battlefield for over a year, an incomparably brutal tempering.

But this was the first time he’d felt so close to death. He’d never been so terrified in his life!！

His will to fight instantly shattered, and he sank into despair.

Struggle?

Resist?

Fight with everything he had?

All of these ideas shattered into pieces. His mind went entirely blank.

Meanwhile, beneath countless gazes, an unbelievable scene played out.

The spectators watched as Mo Tianling just stood there, as if his soul had left his body.

And Su Yi? His gently pressing hands suddenly clenched and shifted positions.

Boom!

The air shook, rumbling like thunder.

The entire iron-wrought stage trembled, stirring up shrieking gales. Mo Tianling’s long hair billowed, and his clothes fluttered in the wind.

“What level of martial art is that?” 

The entire venue fell silent. The higher-ups of both participating cities couldn’t help but gasp.

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