Who has objections?
Who could have objections?
Who would dare to have objections?
The knife hung there, its radiance already retracted, looking very ordinary.
But in the stands all around, everyone had the intuition that at this moment, if anyone dared to jump out with an objection, without the need for Lord Hongyue to make a move, the knife would fly over and chop the person down!
This was a ferocious knife, a peerless ferocious knife!
At the same time, it was also a divine artifact!
It was a peerless treasured blade that no cultivator had ever seen before.
Long Qiushui sat down on his seat with a blank look in his eyes.
The others beside him stared dumbfoundedly at the knife suspended above the arena.
In Huang Wushuang's eyes, there was a flicker of sharp light, as if speaking to her few followers, yet it seemed like she was talking to herself, "On the heavenly road, there is now an opponent."
Liu Feng gently patted his chest, took a deep breath, and muttered, "Badass!"
