"This…"
How many people here had ever seen such swift, thunderous killing, such a grand and overwhelming scene?
They looked again at that young man, slowly smoking, with hardly any expression on his face.
It was precisely this dead calm that made people's skin crawl, hearts pounding in their chests.
Especially when those dozen-odd men breathed their last and the crimson blood seeped into the floor, everyone clearly felt the atmosphere on the field turn unbearably heavy.
In the end, under the pressure, the people around all backed away one after another, leaving a large empty space in the very center of the hall.
Chen Yang daring to show himself was already surprising enough.
Yet not only did this guy come, his domineering way of doing things was simply shocking beyond belief.
Kicking coffins, killing people.
Right now.
Towering like a mountain, indifferent like the wind.
Canopies like clouds.
And that aura of his, especially, stood alone in this world, unheard-of.
