"Hehe, this pillar is refined from high-grade steel, extremely hard, even a blade that cuts iron like mud cannot move it by an inch."
Zi Qian sneered coldly.
Upon hearing this, Qin Yang's face darkened, and his eyes shifted to the stone slabs on the ground. He immediately drew the Purple Blood Soft Sword from his waist and slashed it towards the stone slabs.
Wow! Wow!
Under the sharp Purple Blood Soft Sword, the stone slabs were instantly sliced into several pieces. Qin Yang lifted them, revealing the metallic cold gleam of a steel floor underneath.
"Tut-tut, the floor below and the ceiling above are all made of high-grade steel. Today, even if you have the ability to reach the heavens, don't dream of escaping."
Saffron said sinisterly.
"You are like fish in a barrel; today our pavilion will let you enter alive but not leave standing."
Zi Qian sneered coldly.
