Duan Lingtian could not help but smile wryly when he heard Guan Xiu's words.
However, he did not continue to argue with Guan Xiu on this topic since he knew this was a world where the strong were respected. Guan Xiu had addressed him as Senior Brother from the bottom of his heart.
If he continued to address Guan Xiu as Senior Brother, it would put a lot of pressure on Guan Xiu.
"Senior Brother Ling Tian, although you're strong, I'm afraid you're not as strong as a true disciple. All of them are at the Saint Celestial Stage or above! This is especially true for Senior Brother Yang Wen. He has already broken through to the First Form of the Saint Celestial Stage a few years ago! "
Guan Xiu reminded him through Voice Transmission with a solemn expression on his face.
Duan Lingtian felt warmth in his heart when he heard Guan Xiu's kindness. After all, he had only met Guan Xiu once. It was rare for Guan Xiu to be so kind to him.
"Don't worry!"
Duan Lingtian replied to Guan Xiu through Voice Transmission and gave him a reassuring look. Then, under Guan Xiu and Sun De's helpless gazes, he flew up and caught up with the true disciple, Yang Wen, who had already flown a distance away.
"Huh?"
Yang Wen's expression turned solemn when he saw Duan Lingtian dared to follow him.
"He actually dares to follow him?"
"It seems like he won't give up before he signs the Death Pact."
"He's really going all out. However, even if he's not as strong as Senior Brother Yang Wen, he'll still be able to pressure Senior Brother Yang Wen. “
"That's right. Look at the grave expression on Senior Brother Yang Wen's face. "
…
As the Saint Land disciples shifted their gazes to Yang Wen, the grave expression on his face finally disappeared. He looked at Duan Lingtian with disdain and said disdainfully, "Duan Lingtian, I'd like to see if you'll still be so unyielding when we enter the Palace of Death and sign the Death Pact!
I hope you'll sign the Death Pact obediently at that time. Otherwise, I'll pull out your fingernails one by one and make you suffer a fate worse than death! "
When Yang Wen reached the end of his sentence, his tone became colder and colder as though it came from an ice cave. Although it was not targeted at the group of Saint Land disciples, it still made them shudder.
"Pull out my fingernails one by one?"
Hearing Yang Wen's harsh words, Duan Lingtian's eyes flashed with killing intent.
However, his expression was frighteningly calm.
"Hmph! I'd like to see how long you can keep up this pretense! "
Yang Wen was infuriated when he saw Duan Ling Tian's expression remained unchanged after hearing his harsh words. He snorted coldly before he suddenly sped up and made his way to the square at the center of the Saint Island.
Duan Lingtian followed at a leisurely pace. From the beginning to the end, he had no intention of running away.
Behind them, Sun De, Guan Xiu, and the group of disciples who were watching the show also followed.
When the group arrived in the air above the central square of the Holy Island, the majestic flow of people alarmed the group of Holy Lands disciples in the central square!
"What's going on? Why are there so many people here? "
"Huh? The person in the lead seems to be Senior Brother Yang Wen! "
"It's indeed Senior Brother Yang Wen! The group of people behind him seems to be brought by Senior Brother Yang Wen! "
"Senior Brother Yang Wen's expression seems a little off … What's going on?"
…
In the Saint Land of Zoroastrianism, there were only 170 over true disciples. For this reason, many Saint Land disciples quickly recognized Yang Wen, the true disciple.
Although Yang Wen's strength could only be considered as the weakest among the group of true disciples, there were still many true disciples.
However, there were only so many Successor Disciples, so it was still very easy to recognize them.
"Senior Brother Yang Wen … Is he going to the Palace Of Death?"
"Heavens! What's going on?! "
"Which true disciple is Senior Brother Yang Wen going to have a Death Duel with?"
…
When the thousands of Saint Land disciples in the central square saw Yang Wen taking the lead and heading towards the Palace Of Death, it caused a commotion in the central square.
When Yang Wen's figure landed outside the Palace Of Death, the thousands of Saint Land disciples in the central square learned about what had happened from the group of Saint Land disciples behind Yang Wen.
"Senior Brother Yang Wen is actually the son of the Northern Plethora Sect's fifth elder?"
"That young man behind Senior Brother Yang Wen is Duan Lingtian who's famous in Zoroastrianism recently? A Nine-clawed Dragon Warrior? A genius Martial Cultivator who has mastered four high-grade Divine Abilities? "
"Duan Lingtian is the one who issued a Death Duel with Senior Brother Yang Wen today?"
…
When the matter was revealed, the group of Saint Land disciples in the central square burst into an uproar again.
An ordinary elite disciple issuing a Death Duel with a true disciple … In the history of Zoroastrianism, such a ridiculous matter had never happened before!
After all, a true disciple represented the strength of a Saint Celestial. It was not something an ordinary elite disciple could compare to!
For a time, many Saint Land disciples felt the same way as the Saint Land disciples who had just arrived. They felt Duan Lingtian was deliberately mystifying and trying to scare Yang Wen.
"I'm guessing Duan Lingtian will definitely not dare to sign the Death Duel after entering the Palace Of Death!"
"This Duan Lingtian is not simple. He's been playing mind games. I'm guessing he'll only refuse to sign the Death Duel after Senior Brother Yang Wen signs his name on the Death Duel and imprints his fingerprint!"
"Based on the current situation, he'll most likely do that. Once Senior Brother Yang Wen hesitates and refuses to sign the Death Duel, he'll win this mind game!"
…
Naturally, Duan Lingtian heard the discussion among the Saint Land disciples.
Mind games?
Perhaps.
Duan Lingtian was not the only one who heard the Saint Land disciples' discussion. Even Yang Wen had heard it as well.
Yang Wen hesitated for a moment.
Up until now, it seemed like he was not mentally prepared for the Death Duel.
Even when he brought Duan Lingtian here, he only wanted to scare Duan Lingtian. After all, he was only 90% confident he could kill Duan Lingtian!
The reason he was not 100% confident was because up until now, he still did not dare to be 100% sure if Duan Ling Tian was really strong or if he was just bluffing when he suggested a Death Duel.
The reason for this was because of the death of his younger brother, Yang Wu.
He was well aware of how Yang Wu had died.
It was Yang Wu who first challenged Duan Lingtian to a Death Duel. During the Death Duel, Yang Wu was killed by Duan Lingtian.
Due to this reason, he was traumatized.
Although he was 100% certain Duan Ling Tian was not a match for him in the depths of his heart, he did not dare to make up his mind to fight Duan Ling Tian to the death due to the shadow in his heart.
As an older brother, he did not want to follow in his younger brother's footsteps.
'Don't tell me this Duan Lingtian is only going to go back on his word after I sign the Death Duel and put my handprint on the Death Duel?'
Yang Wen's heart sank when he thought of this.
However, faced with the thousands of Saint Land's disciples behind him, he knew this matter was no longer going to end peacefully.
As the saying went,
There was no turning back once the bow was drawn!
"Palace Of Death?"
At the same time, Duan Ling Tian, who was following closely behind Yang Wen, shifted his gaze to the majestic and gigantic palace in front of him. He saw a plaque hanging on the palace's main entrance with the words' Palace of Death 'written in flamboyant calligraphy.
"Why did Senior Brother Yang Wen stop?"
"Go in! He's already at the entrance, why did he stop?"
"Senior Brother Yang Wen is afraid, right? He's a true disciple! Why is he afraid of an ordinary elite disciple who's deliberately mystifying himself? "
…
Since Yang Wen, who had taken the lead, was standing outside the Hall of Life and Death without making a move for a long time, the group of Holy Lands disciples who had followed behind him to watch the show became impatient and began to complain.
"Tsk! True disciple? If you don't dare to do it, leave now! Don't embarrass yourself here! "
"He's a disgrace to all true disciples today!"
…
No matter when or where, there was no lack of people who wanted to stir up trouble. Many Saint Land's disciples were hiding in the dark. They were afraid Yang Wen would drag them out, but they could not help but mock Yang Wen.
"Shut up!"
Along with a loud shout, Yang Wen's face darkened as he spoke in anger. His voice was so loud that it drowned out the noise at the entrance of the Hall of Life and Death, causing a group of Holy Land disciples to shut their mouths.
Under the watchful eyes of the others, Yang Wen turned around and looked at Duan Lingtian coldly before he said in a deep voice, "Duan Lingtian, I hope you'll have the guts to sign your name and put your handprint on the Death Duel after I sign the Death Duel.
If you go back on your words at that time, not only will I pull out your fingernails one by one, but I'll also tear the skin off your face and destroy your face! "
As soon as Yang Wen finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the Palace Of Death without waiting for Duan Lingtian's reply.
The moment Yang Wen's words left his mouth, Duan Ling Tian's expression changed immediately. He was no longer as calm as he was before.
Tear the skin off his face piece by piece?
Yang Wen's ruthlessness enraged Duan Lingtian. He could no longer maintain his composure.
When Duan Lingtian saw Yang Wen walking into the Palace Of Death, he followed suit.
"He's going in!"
"Let's go! Let's go in and watch the show! "
"The Palace Of Death's Death Duel hasn't been opened for a long time. This time, I must bet all the Contribution Points in my Crystal Card! Even if the payout for Senior Brother Yang Wen's victory isn't high! "
"Don't you think it's too early to say all these? We don't even know if Duan Lingtian dares to sign the Death Duel yet! "
…
The group of Saint Land's disciples at the back made a fuss as they followed suit.
However, they stopped at the entrance of the Palace Of Death.
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