The deadly silent open square.
"Ha ha ha..."
Chen Yu's laughter was especially loud, like a booming bell, full of vigor and genuine, not just an empty display.
The disciples of both the Three Sects and the Bone Demon Palace felt their repression and fear somewhat alleviated by the laughter.
"What are you laughing at!" Lu Zhuo responded coldly.
"Ha ha ha... You're at the end of your rope, and yet you dare to spout grand statements!"
Chen Yu's laughter was filled with mockery.
His gaze did not linger on the puppet but was fixed on Lu Zhuo.
"Pretending to be mysterious! Since you are seeking your own death, you can't blame me..."
Lu Zhuo's expression subtly changed, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
Whoosh!
The mechanical puppet beside him swung its greatsword, pointing it toward Chen Yu who stood at the exit.
"Come on then! I alone can block your way."
Chen Yu stood proudly at the exit, fearless.
He held the Xuan Heavy Sword steadily in one hand, calm and confident.
