Liang Wen's mocking gaze fell on Qian Chengyan, condescending and dismissive, as if he didn't see the other in his eyes.
In the morning light, Qian Chengyan's delicate face remained unchanged, his dark eyes calm as still water…
"Qian Chengyan, this time, I will make you understand the gap between us!"
Swoosh!
Liang Wen raised his hand to grasp the longsword floating in mid-air, which surged with a formidable aura and rushed towards Qian Chengyan at astonishing speed.
At this moment, the Sword Qi was so fierce that his gaze became even gloomier, the smile at the corner of his lips curving into a sinister arc…
Everyone was fixated on the scene before them, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
They could all imagine the scene of the young man's head being severed under this sword, a bloody image they particularly enjoyed…
However, in the face of all this, Mu Ruyue remained calm, quietly watching the mighty aura unfold…
