"What was that lunatic doing?"
When the curtains rose on Crowned Clown's stage and the bizarre performance began, the surroundings fell silent.
Under the protection of the Void Maiden, Black Bishop had been watching Lu Xin with a provocative gaze the entire time. He suddenly realized that something was wrong.
When Lu Xin had attacked him madly, his expression had been cold and hard, even his eyes filled with provocation. Now that Lu Xin had stopped, his expression suddenly changed.
He angrily turned his gaze toward Crowned Clown, his teeth nearly grinding to pieces.
But the clown's performance proceeded quickly, advancing with a carnival-like rhythm. Black Bishop did not even have enough time to stop it—or rather, the bizarre entity, already intimidated and nearly destroyed by Lu Xin, no longer had the strength to stop it.
As for Crowned Clown, who was staring at him across layer upon layer of space, he slowly turned his head, as if stuttering, just as the performance was about to end.
He revealed a strange smile, one filled with madness and mystery.
An extreme, ominous uncertainty suddenly flooded Black Bishop's heart. He abruptly turned to look at Lu Xin.
At that moment, Lu Xin stood quietly where he was. The black particles on his body had trembled to their utmost limit, yet suddenly became still.
It was as if a raging flame had been exploding wildly, only for someone to press the shutter at the instant of its explosion.
Thus, the oppression that seemed capable of destroying everything, along with the even more frenzied power within it, froze at that moment.
Lu Xin's eyes were pitch-black, like two deep, bottomless holes.
Yet he did not move at all, as if he were listening intently for some sound.
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