"Three minutes are up!"
As he stared at the time, Wang Chao announced.
Nalan Wuxun stopped moving, standing there silently without making a sound.
On the other side, Xiao Zhuo immediately lay down on the ground upon hearing Wang Chao's voice, his pupils gradually dilating as he breathed heavily, one breath following another.
"Brother Wuxun, take action, he's down! Go finish him off!"
Sun Zhongge was feeling irritable at the sidelines.
Nalan Wuxun had won, but having exceeded three minutes, there wasn't much to be said; their side's wager was a failure in a certain sense, leaving him feeling a loss of face.
"What do you mean by that?"
Wang Chao turned his head, exuding an overwhelming aura and emitting a horrifying murderous intent.
Sun Zhuoyi trembled as his tiger's body shook, feeling a drop in his body temperature as if he were about to uncontrollably crash to the ground.
"Hey, Wang Chao, what are you doing?"
