In the ear-splitting din, the distant village plunged into chaos.
Soon a few courageous fishermen stealthily crept out to have a look and upon seeing the chilling sight of three Jiaolong corpses on the riverbank, their bodies trembled, and just as they were about to shrink back, they suddenly recognized a face etched deep in their minds.
Moments later, a multitude of fishermen poured out of the village, with the crazed and widows rushing to the front.
After confirming that the person before wasn't spouting nonsense, they instantly knelt down en masse, bowing solemnly towards the distance.
"..."
Chen Qiankun turned to look back, with a somewhat sighing sentiment.
In such a short time, Shen Yi alone had acquired an authority here that was no less than that of the Demon-suppression Bureau.
These people might not recognize who the Demon-suppression Great General is, but they would definitely recognize their River God.
