In a flash of lightning and flint, Catherine Veronia sensed the arrival of death, a trace of despair and fear flickering in her sapphire-like pupils.
Yet just as the sword light was about to decapitate her, a low murmur echoed in Zhu Haomiao's ear.
"Junior Brother Zhu, revere life."
"Be cautious in killing!"
"Be cautious in anger!"
The ethereal murmur, like a gentle breeze brushing by, instantly dispelled Zhu Haomiao's heated bloodthirst, and the sword in his hand subtly shifted from a merciless strike to an ethereal "breeze."
Clang!!!
It wasn't until then that the shockwaves from the earlier clash of swords expanded and released, the harsh sound of metal scraping swept across the entire underground arena, causing all the audience to instinctively cover their ears, feeling the tingling high-frequency vibrations in the air.
