Ling Han stood upright in the air. He pondered for a while, and said, "You are right."
"Ling Han, it's about time that you stop while you are ahead," Yun Haoyang persuaded. "Being an Eighth Heaven Celestial King and yet having achieved such battle merit. If word gets out, your reputation will not be matched by another Celestial King! I need a genius like you in the Realm Battlefield. I am unwilling to kill you, so don't force my hand!"
This was naturally delaying tactics. As someone of a dignified Heavenly-Venerable-Tier force, being blocked by an Eighth Heaven Celestial King at the door and not being able to go out was a great humiliation to the Yun Clan with each passing day.
Therefore, Yun Haoyang hoped that Ling Han might be convinced to retreat. When he completely stabilized the cultivation as Pseudo-Heavenly Venerate, or when the clan's grand elder returned, killing Ling Han would naturally be effortless and gratifying.