Amidst the southern seashore, Liu Fu and his companions struggled to come to terms with what they had just heard: blasphemy against a sect, and the punishment was death. The absurd words from Zimo began to bear down on them, sinking like a stone in the pit of their stomachs.
"Hahaha!" Haoyu erupted into hysterical laughter, pointing at Zimo as if he were a jest, a mere fool.
But before anyone could react, a sudden, bewildering turn of events left them all in stunned silence.
Whoosh!
Zimo moved with a swiftness that seemed almost supernatural. A gust of wind trailed behind him as he drew his sword, effortlessly whizzing past Haoyu, who remained frozen in disbelief.
Zimo gracefully sheathed his sword and turned his piercing gaze upon Liu Fu and the others.
The onlookers, utterly perplexed, were still grappling with the question of what had just transpired when a guttural, strangulated sound emanated from Haoyu's mouth.
