The surroundings fell into dead silence.
After a while, Chu Liuyue heard her own voice. "Golden heavenly lightning."
Mu Dongyou's sickle was even closer, as if it would cut off her head the next moment!
"What else?" He continued to force an answer.
His eyes seemed to have substance. When they landed on Chu Liuyue, they seemed to be even sharper than his sickle.
Those with weaker minds and willpower probably didn't dare to look at him at all.
Chu Liuyue's gaze was steady, and her expression was magnanimous. "Nothing else."
Mu Dongyou stared intently at her as if assessing the credibility of her words.
The two sides fell silent into an almost suffocating confrontation.
After an unknown period of time, Mu Dongyou finally put away the sickle.
Swoosh!
