Ling Xiao had spoken, and Shangguan Hong initially wanted to retort.
However, at that instant, he suddenly felt as if he couldn't even breathe.
The terrifying battle intent instantly enveloped the entire stage, and Shangguan Hong felt like a drowning person on the verge of suffocation, overwhelmed by immense fear.
Ling Xiao didn't draw his sword.
Above his head hung a giant sword shining with golden light, its dazzling radiance akin to that from the Red Sun.
The terrifying heat continued to spread, making the entire stage seem as though it was about to catch fire.
"What's going on?"
"Is it a Martial Soul?"
"Doesn't seem like a Martial Soul, maybe a technique?"
The crowd debated, yet no one could discern what Ling Xiao was displaying.
"Shangguan Hong, just being a waste like you, dare to threaten me at the Tianyuan Treasure Pagoda? Honestly, if you hadn't run away swiftly, I might have already pierced that mouth of yours.
