The great hall fell silent once again.
Chen Mengxuan sat beside Xiaotian, her face equally blank.
It was only Meng Bingxue who shone with fascination in her beautiful eyes.
The Black Dog lay there, still utterly disinterested.
Just as everyone remained silent, Xiaotian's gaze fell upon Chang Haiqing, the Young Palace Master of the Demon Sea Palace, "Your turn, make your move."
Your turn!
Xiaotian's words made Chang Haiqing's hands tremble.
If it had been earlier, he would have swung his sword without hesitation, but now, facing Xiaotian, he actually felt intimidated!
He, a Half-Step Divine King, was actually apprehensive of a Heavenly God.
A Heavenly God who had just killed two Divine Masters, this young man in blue radiated eeriness from every pore of his being.
"What's the matter, you don't dare?" Xiaotian said calmly.
You don't dare?
Xiaotian's words, like thousands of needles, pierced into Chang Haiqing's heart.