The field fell silent for a moment, the whistling of the wind resonating through the air. Zhao Beishan, Qian Xishan, and others exchanged glances, swallowing saliva nervously, some feeling inexplicably terrified.
For some reason, the sight of that bloodstained, azure-clad figure in the midst of the field inspired fear in them.
It was indeed because of the previous manner in which Chen Yuan had acted, slaughtering with great ferocity, that had shaken them deeply. Some had even been torn in half by Chen Yuan, and Yu Wancheng had nearly been smashed into a lump of flesh.
Especially when Chen Yuan had grabbed Yu Wancheng by the shoulders and violently smashed him to the ground, it was not at all like the calm, and even gentle, Lord Wang En, they remembered.
Chen Yuan slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the Yunjiang Four Ghosts, then he smiled and said:
"Just now, I got a bit carried away. Don't take it to heart."
