The moment those words left his mouth, an eerie silence fell over the scene.
At last, Qin Shuang could no longer hold herself back. Clenching her fists, she shouted, "Shen Bai!"
Shen Bai turned around and looked at Qin Shuang in confusion. "What is it? What madness are you stirring up now?"
"Do you even hear what you're saying?!"
Qin Shuang pointed at where the humanoid Bizarre Item had stood and made an exaggerated gesture. "That Bizarre Item was incredibly powerful. You killed it, and none of us have any objections. Everyone, wouldn't you say so?"
The many martial artists all nodded in unison, indicating that Qin Shuang was right.
Shen Bai pondered for a moment. "If there are no objections, why are you all shouting?"
Qin Shuang pressed a hand to her forehead and said helplessly, "But why did you say it was so easy?"
Shen Bai answered seriously, "It really was easy. I only used one sword strike."
He could not quite understand it. He had indeed only made one sword strike; he had not even thrown his punch before the Bizarre Item could no longer endure it. It had been as fragile as paper.
So why was Qin Shuang making that expression?
Qin Shuang opened her mouth, wanting to say something more, but in the end, she swallowed every word back down, wearing an expression that said she did not want to speak right now.
Shen Bai swept his gaze over the crowd. "Do you think what I said makes no sense?"
Feeling Shen Bai's gaze—especially the killing intent emanating from him—the martial artists all held their breath and shook their heads in perfect unison.
Shen Bai frowned. "So you mean it makes no sense."
The martial artists nodded again, as though Shen Bai was wrong.
Shen