"Truth isn't a Kalendaria!" Shang Jianyao wasn't surprised at all and retorted on the spot.
Liu Chuan turned his head and looked at this fellow angrily.
Shang Jianyao didn't show any weakness. Silver-white lightning lit up in his eyes again.
After the two of them exchanged gazes for a few seconds, Liu Chuan seemed to find it a little unbearable and slowly moved his gaze away.
"You're weak; you can't keep it up!" Shang Jianyao said whatever was on his mind.
This act of adding fuel to the fire made Liu Chuan suddenly cast his gaze back at him.
At this moment, all the lights in the basement flickered at the same time and quickly lit up like miniature suns.
"My eyes!" Shang Jianyao shouted and raised his hand to block his face.
The other New World powerhouses had similar reactions. They either covered their eyes with their hands or lowered their eyelids, not daring to look straight at the strong light.