"Heh, War King?"
Ye Ling chuckled lightly but did not offer an explanation.
Mo Tianwen knew he was no match for Ye Ling and, without any dignity, turned to run toward the edge of the arena.
In the face of life and death, notions of life pacts and the dignity of the strong were all cast aside.
Survival had become the only thought in Mo Tianwen's mind at that moment.
Facing a War King-level powerhouse, not just he but even if the Sect Master of Guiyi Dao Sect were present, the likely outcome would be nothing less than a slaughtering.
"Heh, thinking of running now? Don't you think it's a little late?"
Ye Ling let out a cold laugh, his indifferent voice immediately reaching Mo Tianwen's ears.
Mo Tianwen's body shook as he desperately activated his internal power, madly running towards the edge of the arena.
But as fast as he was, Ye Ling was even faster!
Ye Ling raised his knife and threw it at Mo Tianwen.
"Shh!"
The sharp blade immediately pierced through Mo Tianwen's body.
