The rules of the Holy Law Sect were very strict. If he made a mistake this time, he would be punished when he returned. His martial prowess resources would also be taken away, which would have serious repercussions on his future prowess
Therefore, he absolutely could not lose today.
A savage look surged onto Yate Eplison's face.
He sent a chilling eerie glance at Ezra Zephyr, before tearing apart his clothes, revealing his bare chest. A circular blood-coloured rune enclosed the spot where his heart should be. The rune appeared to be covered in faint ancient patterns and seemed to squirm within Yate Eplison's flesh.
It appeared to be some kind of seal.
"I originally prepared this seal to vie for one of the top 10 rankers' positions of outer halls in our Holy Law Sect. I never expected that I would have to end up using it on you today… You've spoiled my plans.
