Ling Wushuang's eyes opened, revealing a coldness, chill, and even an eerie darkness.
The smile that had just appeared on Dugu Nian's face froze completely, and his heart sank to the bottom in an instant.
Without any words, Ling Wushuang made a forceful move, appearing in front of Dugu Nian in the blink of an eye, his curved blade slicing across Dugu Nian's body.
"Impudence!" Ye Mengxian erupted in anger, and with a raise of his hand, he materialized a palm, reaching toward the stage to grab.
Wearing a tragic smile, blood spewed from Dugu Nian's body, caught by Ye Mengxian's palm and promptly taken away from the platform.
Ling Wushuang let out a cold snort, still unrelenting, and slashed with his blade again, aiming at Dugu Nian.
"How dare you!" Ye Mengxian was unable to contain his fury and, without any hesitation, pointed a finger at Ling Wushuang.
This single finger was Ye Mengxian's full-strength attack, its formidable might astounding everyone present.
