In the hall!
Ye Qiu bent down, just picked up the broadsword from the ground, and immediately heard a thunderous roar fill the air!
"Demon King, come out!"
"Demon King, come and face your death!"
"Demon King, the broadsword is ready for you, come out and meet your end!"
Like turbulent thunder, the momentum was incredibly fierce, shaking the windows around the hall into a wild tremble!
Instantly, the big shots around, their expressions became even more spectacular!
Especially Brooks, already fantasizing the scene in his mind, where Ye Qiu would be trampled to death by Shel Morgan's two thousand underlings!
However, just as everyone was waiting for the show, Ye Qiu placed the broadsword on the table, picked up the steaming coffee cup, gently blew a couple of times, and then frowned, saying calmly, "This coffee is a bit hot, it's the perfect time to let it cool down before drinking."
