Even though the change in Chu Ge's gaze was fleeting, Liu Dong felt an overwhelming pressure that almost suffocated him, a feeling that was... like the clash of iron and steel, a thousand troops charging towards him!
Almost instinctively, Liu Dong took a step back, his legs somewhat weak, his steps stumbling. If he hadn't suddenly come to his senses, he might have just fallen directly to the ground.
Drip.
A very subtle sound echoed, but in this extreme silence, it seemed abrupt and clear.
It was a drop of sweat from Liu Dong falling to the ground. At this moment, he suddenly realized that his forehead was already drenched in cold sweat.
He gazed intently and suspiciously at Chu Ge's face but couldn't sense the same feeling from before. Yet, even so, as another drop of sweat slid from his forehead, the aura he had just now vanished completely.
