"Young man, you don't have much skill, yet you talk quite big." The old sect leader came to his senses, let out a cold snort, and looked at Si Chu with disdainful eyes.
Bai Shuixin, seeing this, gained a bit of confidence and also followed with a sneer, "Your Majesty, you don't know, after all, he is the emperor, he might have a bit of arrogance in him."
Mingshu watched Bai Shuixin with a cold gaze, finding that this person was still as committed to courting death as ever.
Si Chu couldn't be bothered to waste words with them, his brows raised slightly, and he darted over like a specter, his moves sharp and unstoppable.
Mingshu could only see a golden afterimage flashing by in the air.
She had seen Si Chu use his Golden Silkworm Thread before but had never realized that such a thin and soft object could also be used like a whip, forcing one to retreat step by step.
