Inside the dragon boat.
Zhou Long lay prostrate on the ground, staring at the Three-Foot Green Peak Sword in front, trembling all over.
Everyone else buried their heads deeply, holding their breath, not daring to move a muscle.
Chen Yang stood holding the saber, overlooking Zhou Long.
The atmosphere at the scene seemed to be frozen, oppressively suffocating.
Dongzhao Marquis, nailed to the wall, had long ceased to breathe, becoming a corpse.
"Take the sword." Chen Yang gestured to Zhou Long, "Either attack me with the sword or commit suicide."
Chen Yang remained expressionless, slightly raised the Dragon-Slaying Saber in his hand, his tone resolute and unquestionable.
"I, I..." Zhou Long stammered, this is a dead-end regardless!
Clang!
The Dragon-Slaying Saber was raised a few inches more.
When the blade is drawn three inches, it's enough to kill a nameless person!
