On the stage, Master Liu finally heaved a sigh of relief after witnessing the scene that had just unfolded. However, before he could fully relax, another incident occurred.
The young man holding the Youlong Sword had a dark and unsettled expression on his face. He suddenly seemed to go mad, swinging his sword fiercely at the Purple Cloud Divine Sword.
"Clang clang clang clang!!!"
A series of clanging sounds echoed, accompanied by the man's shouts as he hacked away with all his might.
Pei Laoliu, startled by his sudden action, hurried forward to stop him but was effortlessly pushed away by the man, nearly falling off the stage.
"Clang~"
Zhang Xiaoman stood up abruptly, his eyes flashing coldly. Because the motion was so abrupt, he knocked over the chair behind him.
However, the noise he made barely drew any attention, as everyone's gaze was fixed on the platform in the center.