Everyone widened their eyes, staring at this seemingly merciless endless duel, barely able to breathe.
"Did he win again?"
In Tianshu, Yellow Beard, who had been waiting until now, rubbed his eyes and let out a sigh. It was unclear whether it was exhaustion or relief, just feeling like his emotions were on a roller coaster; he had never worried about someone else like this before.
Several times, he wanted to speak but held back.
Honestly, even if the one up there was his own son, he wouldn't be so stressed, but Ji Jue, you reckless fool, could you at least return Siegfried's Ring first?
Can you come out first, please?
Let's have a good talk, you set the price, bro, stop messing around, I'm begging you.
Never before had he so desperately wished for someone to come and slash him with a big knife, unprecedentedly wanting to bleed, to be a big fool.
He felt he was being ridiculous, yet he was anxious to death.
Anxious, too anxious!
