His low and melodious voice was nonchalant, as if he was saying something irrelevant.
Chu Liuyue's heart raced. "Rong Xiu!"
Rong Xiu looked at her. His eyes were deep and clear, reflecting her figure.
"Rong Xiu! As the Emperor, you have taken charge of the human realm for thousands of years. How high and mighty you are! You're distinguished and peerless! Now, because of her, you want to personally destroy all of this? You're crazy! Crazy!" The evil spirit's miserable and sharp voice sounded, piercing everybody's ears!
Chu Liuyue's heart suddenly seemed to be tightly gripped by something!
However, Rong Xiu seemed unaffected. The next moment, he raised his hand and grabbed the empty air.
Boom!
A ball of golden and black fire suddenly surged out of the sword and completely tangled with the evil spirit!
"You—you will regret this! You will regret—"
The fire burned silently, and the voice finally disappeared.
