Then, wielding his "fire whips," he lashed out at his opponent, causing his hair and beard to bristle and giving him an inexplicable air of power.

Sang Qian clenched his fists tightly, cheering his father on.

This was the first time Zuan had seen Sang Hong go all out. Back in Linchuan County, he was the top leader and didn't need to take action himself. Often, with just a little arrangement, countless pawns would help him achieve his goals.

Now that they were on the verge of life and death, everyone remembered that he was also an eighth-rank expert.

"So he's a fire-type cultivator." Zu An thought to himself that this was really not in line with Sang Hong's personality. He was usually calm and quiet, and would only act after careful consideration, which was completely different from the irritable nature of most fire-type cultivators.

But then I thought about it again. Sang Qian is also a fire elementalist. It's perfectly normal for him and his father to awaken the same element and cultivate similar techniques.

The only thing I don't understand is that they are both fire-elemental, so why did they insist on finding Zheng Dan, who is water-elemental, to be the Sang family's daughter-in-law? Isn't it obvious that water and fire are incompatible?

At this moment, the arena was filled with the fiery red shadows of Sang Hong's whip, which nearly struck Ding Run several times, but Ding Run narrowly avoided them.

Finally, when there was no way to avoid it, he raised his knife to parry, and with a bang, he was sent flying several meters away.

Sang Hong did not continue his attack. His previous fierce and relentless attacks had failed to harm him, and any further attacks would only be a waste of his energy.

"Your attack is over, now it's my turn." Ding Run smiled, raised his long sword in front of him, and then lightly flicked the blade with his finger.

The sound was crisp and pleasant, clearly indicating that this was a good knife.

No one understood his purpose in flicking the knife; was it to show off his knife?

Sang Hong's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly dodged to the side, but it was too late. A cloud of blood mist burst open on his arm, revealing a long wound.

If he hadn't dodged in time, his entire arm would probably have been severed.

Invisible blade energy!

Everyone in the arena was skilled and reacted immediately.

Sang Hong said in a deep voice, "It is said that in his early years, the Layman Jiaqian played his sword and sang songs of sorrow, but his courtship was not appreciated. Everyone thought that you played your sword and sang for your own amusement, but they never expected that this was your trump card!"

Ding Run smiled slightly: "It is rare to find a kindred spirit among friends. I did not expect that Lord Sang would know so much about my past. In that case, please give me your opinion on my poem 'Singing with a Sword'."