The banquet hall was silent.
Only the resounding sound of Liz's slap echoed faintly.
The sudden appearance of the black scythe of the Grim Reaper, the suffocating aura of death, quickly receded like the tide with Liz's slap and disappeared.
However, no one would really think that it was just an illusion.
The cold sweat on the back of every noble present was the best proof.
This was especially obvious for Sima and the other two who were beside Vivian.
A chill ran down his neck.
Swallowing their saliva with difficulty, they confirmed that their heads had not been separated. Their backs were all drenched.
Just now…What was that?
All the distinguished guests in the banquet hall had this doubt.
Unfortunately, they did not have the time to think about this problem.
Because, at this moment, it was obvious that a bigger matter was happening in front of them.
"L-Liz?" Sima said in disbelief.