The torches surrounding the platform swayed wildly in the violent sword qi aftershocks, the bursting dragon-oil emitting sharp crackling sounds. Li An's words "I will draw my sword" descended like an invisible freeze, plunging the already oppressive atmosphere directly to its freezing point.
Below the stands, the group from the Su family's originally sinister gazes had completely turned grave. Su Ci gripped the armrest tightly, having originally thought Zhou Yuan could at least force out Li An's trump card, but now it seemed Li An even had the leisure to "instruct" his opponent mid-battle.
Li An's hand slowly reached back, fingertips touching the cold hilt of Moon's Hiding.
