After glancing at the rotating stone pillar, Chu Xisheng swept his gaze around.
He had noticed it from the moment he stepped onto this floor.
Something was wrong with the atmosphere in this second-floor stone hall.
On the surface, the wind was calm and the waves still, but hidden currents surged beneath, brewing towering waves.
The thin layer of ice covering the walls offered a glimpse of it.
The entire stone hall was bitterly cold and gloomy, chilling people to the bone.
Chu Xisheng even sensed currents of saber intent and sword intent, invisible to the naked eye, crisscrossing the void.
The Heavenly Ranking grandmasters and first-rank experts present showed nothing on their faces, yet all were opposing Wen Zhuyi from afar in various ways.
Chu Xisheng raised an eyebrow.
This City-Toppling Sword seemed to have become the target of every arrow-
"It seems everyone is exceedingly wary of her."
With his hands behind his back, Ren Xiaowo also surveyed the stone hall. "They're all clever people. Until Wen Zhuyi is eliminated, they don't intend to slaughter one another."
Zong Sanping sank into thought. "Wen Zhuyi's display of force just now seems to have backfired. Her cold arts and swordsmanship overshadow everyone here. If they keep killing one another, they'll only hand her the advantage. I expect a great battle on the final floor. Either Wen Zhuyi will be eliminated early, or she'll suppress them all."
"The question is-"
Standing on Little Black Tortoise's shell, Fang Buyuan asked with a smile, "Which side should our Formless Divine Sect take?"
"Neither side would be good."
Jian Zangfeng shook his head. "Our frame is too small. Better to sit back and watch."
Everyone nodded slightly in deep agreement.
If they helped Wen Zhuyi, everyone would inevitably target them first.
And if Wen