Shi Feiyang held the long knife, his arm trembling slightly from a mix of anger and strength. The tremor contained his dedication to justice and hatred for evil. His eyes were fixed on the black-robed guest, the tip of his long knife cold and gleaming, pointing straight at the guest as he sternly questioned, "Tell me! How do you break the Enchanting Spell on those Sect Leaders?" His voice echoed all around like a great bell, carrying undeniable authority.
The black-robed guest gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently as if each breath exhausted all his strength. A sinister smile appeared on his face, like the mockery of a demon, full of disdain for everything in the world.
