Think Thrice!

At the entrance of the Ministry of Law.

The Sword God, Li Qinglian, who was dressed in plain clothes, frowned slightly and slowly raised his hand.

At this moment, the others were frightened. Their breathing quickened as they looked at his raised palm. They were afraid that the moment his palm slammed down, the huge sword of slaughter hanging above would also be cut down.

But after a while, he put down his palm. The giant sword was still hanging in the sky, not falling down.

They heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that the other party was just bluffing.

In an instant, deafening loud sounds pierced through everyone's eardrums.

Squeak!

It sounded like metal clashing. No one knew where the sound came from; some people's ears were bleeding.

It was an uncomfortable sound, so shrill it seemed it could break through the upper limit of human hearing.

"Everyone, quickly cover your ears!" Someone reminded.