"Within ten breaths, you won't have the chance to concede."
"I am curious... Duan Lingtian, whether you can survive ten breaths under my, Tu Feng's, hands."
A fanatical glint flashed in Tu Feng's eyes. Originally, he had been pondering how to lure Duan Lingtian away from the Misty Hidden Sect in the future to attack and kill him. Now, however, Duan Lingtian had humiliated him in public, undoubtedly handing him a legitimate opportunity. On the Martial Gathering stage, one was not allowed to concede within the first ten breaths. Although Duan Lingtian’s strength was not bad, Tu Feng, as a lower-stage God King, was confident he could kill him within that time.
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