Suddenly, the entire scene fell into an eerie silence.
Many people instinctively clenched their fists. The atmosphere, which was still somewhat normal, instantly turned icy. That white-robed young man gradually approached, the moonlit sky casting a dim shadow, making him appear as if surrounded by divine light.
As a result, his face couldn't be seen clearly.
But everyone present was sure that this white-robed youth was undoubtedly Chen Yang.
Tap, tap, tap!
The martial artists spectating on both sides of the steps hurriedly retreated backward as Chen Yang advanced. The sound of chaotic footsteps, accompanied by gasps of cold breaths, further heightened the tense atmosphere.
"Chen Yang?!"
Zeng Xiong's eyes shimmered, spirited and imposing, as he looked down on Chen Yang like an invincible person.
Chen Yang paid no attention, nor did he glance at anyone, walking straight toward Chen Yuanwu.
