The silence of the stone hall was suddenly broken by laughter. Everyone looked over to see Zong Shou holding a sword, walking step by step over. Each step was faster than the last, slowly becoming a brisk walk. His face had a smile for some reason. His eyes spread out, with no worry, like he had lost all consciousness.
However, in the hearts of everyone, they only felt a terrifying feeling sweep over them.
They felt that Zong Shou at that moment was extremely dangerous.
Xuanyuan Tong's expression turned cold, immediately taking out the iron mace hanging by his waist.
He knew that he couldn't block such a sword empty-handed.
However, in the next moment, he saw Zong Shou's body speed up to the max.
If one said that he was like the soft Breeze before, then now he was like a storm, charging right over.