Blood was everywhere.
Every disciple of the Zhao Clan was splattered with it.
In that instant, the entire forest fell silent. So quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at Chen Han, all of them scared stiff.
Who among them hadn't killed before?
But who had ever witnessed such a bloody slaughter?
It was a shock that struck them to their very souls. An unbearable fear rose within them all, a dread that coiled in the depths of their hearts.
"Sigh!"
Emperor Yu's voice slowly echoed in his mind.
'This boy... his killing intent is far too strong. If he doesn't learn to control it, I fear one day he will... sigh.'
"Shut up!"
Chen Han snapped.
He took off his long robe and gently draped it over the tattered clothes of Chen Yuxin.
His gaze swept over the lecherous faces of the surrounding Zhao Clan disciples. His chilling words echoed softly through the clearing.
"Every single one of you here today will die!"
