Time seemed to freeze once again.
Including Katsu Asahara, all the Japanese martial artists appeared lost, having not yet recovered from the shock delivered by Chen Fan's slashing of Futsunomitama. They stared at Chen Fan, their faces expressing stupor.
On the stage, Chen Fan, still wearing bandages, held the katana in his right hand, the point aimed at all the Japanese martial artists, including Katsu Asahara. His murderous intent was boiling, his demeanor domineering. His reddened eyes were piercing, causing those who met them to quickly look away.
At this moment, he had fully transformed into a mad butcher.
All of a sudden.
Katsu Asahara was the first to snap out of shock, jolted awake by the terrifyingly murderous aura emanating from Chen Fan.
Stimulated by Chen Fan's murderous intent, the hair on his body stood on end, his nerves were taut, his emotions complex, like a spilled bottle of mixed flavors.
