"Chu Mo! Chu Mo! Chu Mo!!" Huang Yuanyao, who had been incredibly worried all along, murmured repeatedly, tears streaming down her face. She wanted to say something, but in her anxiousness, didn't know what to say.
Luo Hanshuang's eyes were very bright, and his palms were slightly sweaty.
Chu Mo not being instantly killed by Yu Wenchuan was very unexpected for Luo Hanshuang, but at the same time, incredibly delightful.
"This... Chu Mo isn't dead!"
"Is he really that powerful?"
"My god, these two fighting is like deities battling, it's terrifying. I was almost scared out of my wits just now."
"They're too powerful. I was so far away, yet I felt like my mind was on the verge of exploding."
"Even dying here would be worth it. I've never witnessed such an incredible battle. This is truly the world of martial artists, so powerful."
"It's such a pity. I was too scared to watch their battle process just now. It's a real pity."
