It grows stronger when faced with a strong opponent; even an Immortal Emperor would have to kneel be

Cheers erupted around the arena; this life-or-death battle naturally alarmed many disciples of the Primordial Holy Land.

Moreover, the two people on stage are not simple individuals; Lian Chengtian is the young master of the Lian family.

Putting aside his powerful family background, he himself is also a top disciple of the inner sect.

At thirty years old, he has reached the eighth level of the Tribulation Realm, and his future is limitless.

The other person is even more extraordinary: Murong Longtian, a descendant of the once-glorious Murong family.

Once one of the nine great families, the Murong family was at its peak comparable to a holy land.

The clan boasts at least one Saint King realm expert, making them incredibly powerful.

Although the Murong family is now in decline and fragmented, with many members having left Tiannan Shenzhou.

However, the remaining members of the Murong family should not be underestimated.

Murong Longtian, 27 years old, seventh level of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, inner disciple, with extremely strong talent and strength.

The two were engaged in a life-or-death battle, which naturally attracted the attention of countless disciples.

"Murong Longtian, if you kneel down and beg for mercy, I might let you die a quicker death. Otherwise, I will make you suffer a fate worse than death, and die a torturous death."

On the arena, Lian Chengtian sneered, holding a long sword as black as blood in his hand.

Once again, several blood-red sword energies swept towards Murong Longtian, overwhelming him.

Murong Longtian was now retreating to a corner of the arena, his body covered with small wounds inflicted by Lian Chengtian.

He was almost entirely covered in blood.

His gaze was resolute, showing no sign of cowardice.

As a member of the Murong family, he would never kneel down and beg for mercy in public, doing something that would dishonor the family's reputation.

Even though their Murong family had already fallen on hard times.

He let out a long roar and unleashed a barrage of fist imprints to block Lian Chengtian's sword strike.

The two fought fiercely, unleashing a barrage of moves, and for a time it was difficult to determine who was superior. The scene was incredibly intense, and the surrounding audience was thrilled.

However, before long, Murong Longtian's aura gradually weakened.

His realm was inferior to Lian Chengtian's, and his strength was also inferior to Lian Chengtian's.

At this point, they are simply holding on by sheer willpower.

His eyes held a hint of desolation; perhaps he would die here today.

But he was unwilling to accept it.

He never witnessed the most glorious side of the Murong family in his life, nor did he ever meet any of his real family members. Over the years, he had only heard about the Murong family's glorious past through rumors.

When he was born, the Murong family had already fallen into decline, and he was constantly on the run from time to time as an infant.

He then glanced at a woman below the ring who bore a resemblance to him.

The woman was his younger sister, Murong Fengwu.

Murong Fengwu stood anxiously below the arena. Seeing her brother's exhaustion and weak breathing, she couldn't help but shed tears.

She and Murong Longtian had relied on each other since childhood and had a deep bond. Now, seeing Murong Longtian showing signs of defeat, his breath becoming weak and his body covered in wounds, she was deeply moved.

She was heartbroken because she knew this was a life-or-death arena where only one person could survive.

The fact that Murong Longtian is now in a losing position has obvious implications.

He will die!

With a scream, Murong Longtian was completely defeated.

He was already seriously injured and had been pushing himself to the limit. Finally, he ran out of strength and could no longer hold on, and was kicked away by Lian Chengtian.

Lian Chengtian walked slowly to Murong Longtian's side with a cold smile.

Murong Longtian was too weak and seriously injured to even get up.

The slightest movement causes excruciating pain throughout the body.

"Kneel down and beg me now, and I might let you die a little more easily. Otherwise, I'll cut off one of your hands, then one of your feet, and finally gouge out your eyes. I'll leave you with no complete corpse, and I'll let those who truly care about you witness your death."

As Lian Chengtian spoke, he turned his head to look down at the arena and revealed a cruel smile.

At this moment, Murong Fengwu was in great pain. Beside her, a middle-aged man gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and looked furious.

He is Zhang Shang, an inner elder of the Primordial Holy Land.

Murong Longtian and Murong Fengwu were both his disciples, whom he had raised from childhood. He treated them almost like his own children.

The Murong family had once been kind to Zhang Shang. In recent years, he happened to meet the brother and sister Long Tian and Feng Wu, so he took them in as his disciples and brought them to the Primordial Holy Land to take care of them.

At this moment, seeing Murong Longtian defeated and humiliated by Lian Chengtian, who even threatened to torture him.

Zhang Shang could not bear it; his eyes were bloodshot.

His body was trembling violently, and he even wanted to rush onto the stage to save Long Tian.

However, the rules of the Primordial Holy Land are strict, and one must not interfere in the life-or-death arena. Even as an inner sect elder, he could not violate the rules and interfere.

This will only kill you as well.

"Lian Chengtian, don't go too far. If you spare Murong Longtian's life today, I will grant you whatever you want."

The arena of life and death doesn't necessarily have to determine life or death; the main purpose of the arena of life and death is to resolve conflicts.

If the two sides can resolve the issue peacefully, there is no need for a life-or-death struggle.

But that was almost impossible. Lian Chengtian burst into laughter after hearing Zhang Shang's words.

"Elder Zhang, who do you think you are to negotiate with me?"

Lian Chengtian didn't care at all. His Lian family was powerful, and Zhang Shang was nothing more than an ant in their eyes.

Moreover, his elder brother, Lian Chengzhi, is a prodigy on the Heavenly Ranking of the Primordial Holy Land. How could he be afraid of this inner sect elder, Zhang Shang?

Today, he will trample the once high and mighty Murong family under his feet.

Murong Longtian lay on the arena, looking at his master Zhang Shang and then at his sister Murong Fengwu.

He was filled with grief, but he was not afraid of death.

But his death would hurt those who loved and cared about him, and he didn't want to see that happen.

Then he gritted his teeth and looked at Lian Chengtian, saying...

"Lian Chengtian, give me a quick death, what do you want?"

"Kneel down, beg me, and admit that your Murong family are losers," Lian Chengtian said with a sneer.

Murong Longtian's face was grim, and his body trembled. Now that his meridians were sealed by Lian Chengtian, he didn't even have the ability to commit suicide.

As a member of the Murong family, how could he possibly kneel down and beg for mercy from others?

When the Murong family was destroyed, not a single member of the family yielded or showed cowardice; they all went to their deaths together.

He then glanced at his master and sister, who were in agony below the stage. He knew that if he were to die tragically on the stage, they would be heartbroken, and he didn't want to see that happen.

Then, he desperately sat up straight and submitted to the man, which was a thousand times more painful than being killed.

As a member of the Murong family, with the blood of the Murong family flowing in his veins, how could he easily submit?

The dual torment of body and mind left Long Tian in unbearable pain.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

Long Tian's pained expression was clearly seen by Feng Wu and Zhang Shang below the stage. The two could no longer hold back and rushed up to him.

Even if they break the rules of the Holy Land today, they cannot watch Long Tian die in front of them.

"stop."

At that moment, a calm voice rang out.