I don't give a damn about any bullshit rules.

Ye Xing's words caused an uproar throughout the entire venue.

"Is this guy joking? Who would be stupid enough to sever their own arm?"

"I remember this Ye Xing. He's the one who framed Chen Feng of Great Xia before."

"Now he's become a lapdog for the Ancient Clan. Rumor has it he even betrayed his own family."

"To think that the dignified Ye family was actually destroyed by his hands."

"Logically speaking, he and The Chosen Scarface are still martial brothers."

...

Right as the crowd was deep in discussion.

Zhao Bing switched to holding his sword with his left hand and directly slashed at his right arm.

In an instant, the entire venue fell dead silent.

Everyone around the world watching the live broadcast of this match was completely shocked.

Even the people from the Ancient Clan couldn't help but gasp.

They finally realized what kind of ruthless person they had offended.

A sword-arts genius actually severed his sword-wielding right hand without a moment's hesitation.

This insane act of crippling his own arm left everyone with a single thought.

"This guy is truly insane!"

"How is he a martial arts fanatic? He's simply a madman."

"Losing his dominant sword-wielding right arm, isn't he destroying his own future?"

"He killed so many people from the Ancient Clan today, what future is there left anyway?"

...

Listening to the discussions echoing through the arena.

Gu Yang and Gu Chen exchanged glances, both seeing the horror in the other's eyes.

The latter said in a low voice:

"This kid absolutely cannot be allowed to live!"

"We absolutely cannot let him leave here alive!"

Gu Yang nodded.

"This kid's willpower and decisiveness are far beyond that of ordinary people."

"If he doesn't die, his future achievements will be limitless."

"It's a pity he's not of our clan, but rather an enemy!"

At this moment.

In the hearts of the Ancient Clan members, Zhao Bing was already a dead man.

Gu Yang was already planning how to capture Zhao Bing to exchange him for their two clansmen.

Immortal Capital.

Chen Feng was also stunned.

"Damn it! Didn't he already break through? Why hasn't his mental state improved, but instead gotten even crazier?"

"What on earth is going on in this guy's head?"

"I only have two male disciples; one betrayed his master, and the other is about to kick the bucket."

Liu Weiwei hadn't expected this either.

This junior brother had just survived a desperate situation and achieved a breakthrough in his sword arts.

Yet, in the blink of an eye, he threw himself right back into a desperate situation.

Somewhere in the suburbs of Great Xia.

Dugu Sword Demon and Wang Zun were also paying attention to the Ancient Clan's grand tournament.

Guessing what the Ancient Clan's motives were and what might happen next.

However, at this moment, their attention was entirely drawn to Zhao Bing.

Dugu Sword Demon saw Zhao Bing break through, taking his sword arts to the next level.

Before he even had time to offer a few words of praise.

In the blink of an eye, he saw Zhao Bing issue another challenge and sever his dominant sword-wielding right arm.

"Sigh! A sword-arts prodigy!"

"It's a pity he doesn't know how to conceal his edge!"

Wang Zun also couldn't help but shake his head.

"This disciple of Chen Feng, whether in talent or willpower, is rare in this world."

"It's just a pity about his personality; he is destined for a short life!"

"Even if it weren't in the arena this time, there's no way the Ancient Clan would let him off easily."

...

Holy Capital.

Grandmaster Challenge Arena.

Without a moment's hesitation, Zhao Bing chopped off his right arm from the shoulder, not even blinking an eye.

Instead, he kept his eyes dead fixed on Ye Xing.

Failing to kill this scum who betrayed his master's sect and sacrificed children last time.

Had always left him brooding.

Only by killing Ye Xing could his mind be at ease.

"Traitor Ye Xing!"

"Come up here and accept your death!"

His voice was chilling!

Radiating killing intent!

Striking fear into people's hearts!

To Zhao Bing, Ye Xing was a traitor to their sect.

Every extra second he lived was an insult to their master.

And a testament to his own incompetence as a disciple.

For a moment, everyone's gaze followed Zhao Bing, staring at the one-armed Ye Xing.

Looking at Zhao Bing's right arm lying on the arena floor, Ye Xing also revealed a sinister smile.

He hadn't expected that a single sentence from him could make Zhao Bing sever his own arm.

Now that Zhao Bing had lost his dominant sword-wielding right hand, his strength would inevitably plummet.

Moreover, his remaining left arm was still injured from the previous match.

The cloth strips wrapped around it were still dripping blood.

As for the severed right shoulder, although the injury was suppressed by the powerful vitality of a Grandmaster.

It was still slowly bleeding.

Ye Xing also walked out of the audience stands without hesitation and leaped onto the arena.

Then, right in front of Zhao Bing, he took off his coat.

Revealing metal shoulder armor that wrapped entirely around both his shoulders.

"Ever since my arm was severed by you, I've been thinking about how to cover my weak point."

"Today, let's see how you break through my triple defense!"

The Indestructible Vajra Divine Art, paired with three-centimeter-thick tungsten steel shoulder armor, plus the Imperishable Golden Body.

He didn't believe he couldn't block Zhao Bing's sword.

He only needed to stall, and he could literally exhaust the heavily injured Zhao Bing to death.

Just as Ye Xing was brimming with confidence.

All the wounds on Zhao Bing's body suddenly burst with a mist of blood.

This scene took everyone by surprise.

They all thought his injuries were too severe and could no longer be suppressed.

However, only Zhao Bing revealed a wildly excited smile.

Below the stage, a member of the Ancient Clan wearing vitality-monitoring glasses suddenly roared:

"He... He has broken through to Martial Venerable!"

At this moment, the vitality numerical value on his glasses was rising continuously, finally breaking past the 12,800 point threshold.

Reaching the cultivation level of a Martial Dao Supreme.

Yet the numbers were still rising.

It wasn't until they broke past 13,000 points that they slowly came to a halt.

This sentence.

Made everyone present freeze in astonishment.

Between Peak Grandmaster and Initial Martial Venerable, there seemed to be a gap of only a few hundred points.

However, true experts knew.

From Martial Apprentice to Grandmaster, it was simply a classification based on the accumulation of vitality.

Once one reached the Martial Venerable realm, a qualitative change would occur.

Peak Grandmaster was already the limit of the human body's vitality.

When breaking past this limit, the powerful vitality would force open all the meridians in the body in an instant.

The circulation of cultivation methods would flow unimpeded, reaching an entirely different level.

Overall strength would also experience a qualitative leap in an instant.

The strength a martial arts expert with fully opened meridians could exert was something a Grandmaster could hardly compare to.

And it was also difficult to measure simply by high or low vitality.

This was the reason why, after vitality broke past Peak Grandmaster, one was called a Martial Dao Supreme.

The news of Zhao Bing advancing to Martial Venerable caused Ye Xing, who had just stepped onto the arena, to instantly break out in a cold sweat.

Without a second thought, he turned around and tried to flee off the arena.

The corners of Zhao Bing's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a cruel smile.

"Trying to escape?"

"Too late!"

The brief words echoed in Ye Xing's ears.

Ye Xing, who had just turned and run two steps, suddenly realized that Zhao Bing had appeared behind him at some unknown point.

At the same time, that Crimson Heavens Treasure Sword, glowing faintly red from the infusion of vitality, was continuously dripping blood.

Ye Xing's heart and soul trembled in terror.

He subconsciously looked down.

Only to see a thin line of blood seeping out of his abdomen.

With just this single sword strike, he had actually been sliced in half at the waist.

He hadn't even had the time to use a martial skill.

He looked unwillingly at Zhao Bing.

"You broke the rules!"

"This is a Grandmaster Challenge Arena!"

"You are a Martial Venerable, how could you sneak attack a Grandmas..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard Zhao Bing let out a disdainful laugh.

"I couldn't care less about any arena challenge!"

"What I want is to kill you, you piece of scum!"

Ye Xing never in a million years imagined that his life would end in such a way.

But right before he died.

He immediately took out his phone and issued a final command to the guards watching over the Ye family prisoners.

"Kill them all!"

Right after, his upper body slumped uncontrollably to the ground.

His severed internal organs spilled out all over the floor.

Zhao Bing walked up to Ye Xing and looked down.

Staring at his junior brother, he asked:

"Master taught you his supreme martial arts."

"Why did you repay his kindness with such betrayal?"