Chen Yang slapped the coffin lid open with one palm. With a slight exertion of his right hand, he tossed Qi Hao's corpse directly into the coffin.
"Hmm, this coffin is a bit large," Chen Yang said, shaking his head in dissatisfaction before nodding again. "But it doesn't matter. We can just pad it with something."
As he finished speaking, the hall plunged into an icy, deathly silence, so profound it felt like a barren wasteland.
Everyone held their breath, their pupils wide with terror, terrified of inadvertently provoking this being comparable to a Demon God.
This guy... was he here for more than just crashing the party?
Xiang Yang, who was acquainted with Chen Yang, along with Lin Ruolan and Yue Kang, were completely shocked by the scene unfolding before them.
He's an absolute devil, someone who must not be provoked.
