A sword rose into the sky, revealing ten thousand rays of rosy light.
Little Pharaoh, who had been jeering incessantly, was now pinned down by a single strand of sword qi, not even daring to lift his eyelids. He cried loudly for help, having completely lost his will to fight.
For the spectators, this sudden change was naturally a delightful surprise. What did they come to watch for, if not twists and turns?
"Holy shit, the New Year's Watchers' rare inheritance holder couldn't take the humiliation anymore. He's making his move."
"He's a beast! That guy who beat four people in a row got pinned down in one move."
"Fight! Go big! Fight to the death! Get a few more people laid out, and I'll build a crematorium right here. Time to enter the service industry."
"How long has it been since the New Year's Watchers fought for the Qingliang Prefecture slots? That God System guy's already second tier? Isn't that way too fast?"
"Why else would they call it rare?"
"...!"
The spectators' excitement ignited. They watched Crossroads intently, talking among themselves, hoping this unexpected "Star Gate opening battle" would escalate again and reach a climax.
But as the discussion grew more heated, nothing changed at the scene, and no other expert entered the fray.
The New Year's Watchers' rare inheritance holder, who had raised his sword into the air, seemed to have subdued the entire scene with just one move.
The surroundings gradually quieted. Standing in the crowd with his right hand slightly raised, Ren Ye controlled the Human Emperor Sword with his mind and called out again, his voice full of impatience, "Where are you? Still hiding in your rat hole, watching in secret?"
His shout spread in all directions. The scene fell silent for a moment,