Everyone froze.
Mei and Zhao Ritian had their hands around each other's throats, turning to look at Lu Chengwen. Zhao Ritian stuck out his tongue as he stared at Lu Chengwen.
Long Aotian held Chi's blade to his neck, and the two of them looked at Lu Chengwen together.
Cai Tou was pinned beneath Liang's foot, clutching Liang's ankle and looking up at Lu Chengwen. Liang had forgotten to press down as well, merely staring at Lu Chengwen.
Mo Zigui and Wang gripped each other's wrist pulses, both staring at Lu Chengwen.
Liu Bo took half a step back. "Something's wrong... This... isn't like before, is it? Hey, hey, hey, Lu Chengwen, do you still recognize me?"
Lu Chengwen raised his head, looking as though he were in immense pain. "What... is happening?"
Liu Bo hurriedly said, "Calm down. Don't bloom any more for now. I-I-I... have a really bad feeling about this..."
Lu Chengwen shut his eyes and tried desperately to hold it back, but a third Flame of Death blossomed atop his head.
Liu Bo wanted to stop him, but Liu Ruyan instantly seized him by the throat. "Let him keep blooming! How many Flames of Death can he bloom at most?"
Liu Bo was practically crying, though he kept something to himself. "I don't know. I really don't know."
"Let him bloom!"
"Ma'am, look! His battle clouds are covering the entire world! If this keeps up, his dantian could dry up and kill him!"
Liu Ruyan gripped Liu Bo's throat tightly. "Let him bloom!"
At that moment, a figure shot over with a whoosh and rushed straight toward Lu Chengwen.
Lu Chengwen suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes, striking out with his palm. Sensing danger, Little Monkey immediately drifted backward.
Lu Chengwen grinned savagely. "This...