Welcome to the world of suffering

"Will of the Empress of Swords... Cursed Sword."

Xie Qing's words echoed in the ears of those present, creating an unknown pressure that seemed to grip their hearts, causing tension. Xie Hui was covered in cold sweat and froze, but after two seconds, he looked around in confusion when he felt no changes.

"What? Nothing happened?"

"Was that a bluff? Seriously, man, I was a little scared..."

"Pfft, this bastard made me tense up!"

Xie Qing just coldly watched Xie Hui's every move as he regained his composure.

"Haha... so you were bluffing! I was indeed scared when you mentioned the Empress of Swords, but who would have thought it was a fake!" Xie Hui laughed loudly, ignoring Xie Qing's cold gaze. Then he sneered, "Enough games. You've talked too much, now it's time to die."

However, Xie Qing only faintly smiled at this provocation. Afterward, Xie Hui took a step forward and...

"Huh?"