Everyone did not understand why the precious sword in Lu Chuan's hand was emitting light and the runes on it were moving—it did not look like an ordinary sword at all.
But when they saw Liu Xu's body twitch, they were all frightened.
"Hey! Did you just see that?"
"Liu Xu, his body twitched."
"We all saw it, why did that happen?"
"But this is a good thing, he can move! This is a good thing!"
"Why can't he wake up, what is keeping him unconscious?"
Lu Chuan gripped the sword blade and moved closer to Liu Xu.
"Come out now, or I will strike you down!"
Lu Chuan muttered to himself.
The crowd felt strange, not knowing who Lu Chuan was talking to.
Wu Tongwei was also tense, not clear on what Lu Chuan was doing or who he was talking to, he just knew that Lu Chuan's sword blade seemed to have special power.
Closer and closer, the precious sword in Lu Chuan's hand grew brighter.
"Not coming out? You're asking for it!"
