At this moment, the blade of cognition in Ren Jie's hand has been raised to its highest point.

It seemed that in the next second, the knife would be raised and Yan Lu's head would be chopped off on the spot.

Everyone held their breath.

But Ren Jie's knife did not fall as expected.

His sword paused in mid-air, just holding it up and looking into the night sky...

He... seemed to be waiting for something.

One second...two seconds...three seconds...

The world is as silent as death, and time passes by minute by second...

At this time...Ren Jie's eyes fell on Yan Lu, and he narrowed his eyes and said:

"Unfortunately...the answer is wrong!"
Chapter completed!