Whoosh!
All the onlookers shuddered.
The Great Elder was the most startled of all. Watching Lin Bei point his sword at him, his heartbeat quickened, and his back turned cold.
It took several seconds before he finally regained his senses and scolded furiously, "Lin Bei, what are you doing? Are you pointing your executioner's sword at me, your commander? Do you even want to kill me?"
Lin Bei smiled faintly, "Great Elder, you are overthinking it. It was just a casual swing."
Lin Bei held up the executioner's sword.
This battle blade, weighing more than thirty pounds, was not even something Lin Bei himself had expected to truly be able to lift.
Having said that, he immediately put down the battle blade.
Seeing this, many people breathed a sigh of relief.
Qing Tian faced the camera again, addressing the audience, "I've said all I needed to say."
Afterwards, with a greeting to Lin Bei, he took a seat in the spectator's section.
