Beneath the millions of sweeping, striking golden sword lights, Su Wangchuan felt that struggling was extremely difficult. The sword blade was so sharp and dazzling, like a meteor streaking across the sky, about to bury him right there in no time.
However, no matter how frightened he felt inside, his body was stiff, and he couldn't move at all. He exerted all his effort, and in the end, he could only shout out loudly, "Ah—"
With that shout, he finally felt himself snapping back to reality.
That sensation just now… It was truly terrifying!
Su Wangchuan sat in his seat, panting heavily, unable to calm his mind for a long time. He raised his hand to touch his chest; his little heart was still beating wildly, "thumping, thumping".
When he finally felt somewhat recovered, he looked up only to see everyone looking at him with a mix of surprise and incomprehension.
