All the cultivators gathered by the Cougar clan are looking at the scene. They looked at the Sam's bloody palm which is holding the heart as it went through the young master's body.
Then they looked at Sam's face. His face was cold, without a single emotion, they didn't even see anger. He didn't even have nervousness of facing three hundred of them, he didn't show any crazed excitement of facing this challenge.
In both cases, they can accept it. Because, they saw both kinds of people. But now, they are seeing the third kind. The unfazed.
Sam definitely didn't have the highest cultivation; he didn't have many people beside him. He is standing alone, in front of all these people he is looking as if he wasn't even considering them as a threat.
Suddenly, they felt nervous. There is a voice in the corner of their minds, to get away from this place as soon as possible.
