The two eyes stared at each other silently.
At this moment, the silence spoke louder than any words.
Although the owner of the dragon eye did not speak, the draconic might emanating from it and the spiraling technique that was taking shape posed an undisguised threat to Song Shuhang—Junior, you disturbed my dreams. Do you want to die?
The Scholarly Sage's eye in Song Shuhang's right eye socket flashed with an even more terrifying light—Look directly at my eye, I will allow you to correct your words!
The two eyes, which belonged to existences at the pinnacle of the universe, did not back down as neither wanted to be outdone by the other.
As the vortex around the dragon eye grew larger and larger, the strange light in the Sage's eye seemed to distort more and more, becoming increasingly terrifying.
This pressure from the two eyes staring at each other was enough to crush ordinary cultivators.
