"What... what do you want to do? Do you intend to throttle a peerless genius from the same Heavenly Realm?" Zhao Dongming, standing beside Long Qiushui, fiercely shouted with a tone that seemed filled with anger. Yet his deathly pale face and his trembling legs seemed to betray him.
"A peerless genius? You? Or you?" Chu Mo glanced at Zhao Dongming, then at Long Qiushui.
Countless people were all looking at Long Qiushui!
Yet Long Qiushui remained silent.
But anyone could feel the tension and the shame-anger in Long Qiushui's heart at that moment.
In the entire Hanging City, there were at least several hundred thousand people. Nearly all of them had gathered here at this moment. Among these people, the majority were indigenous cultivators from the heavenly road, distinguishable by their attire and expressions. The indigenous cultivators' faces were mostly filled with curiosity.
