WHOOSH!
A gust of wind blew through, sending icicles clattering down from the swaying branches.
Other than that, there was no sound.
A deathly silence fell.
One after another, astonished and terrified gazes fixed on Chen Yang, making the atmosphere heavy and chilling. It was the eruption of countless cold killing intents.
Gu Tianxing, who was laughing triumphantly just a moment ago, had been silenced just like that?
Not only the ordinary disciples, but even Elder Gu Tai couldn't process what had happened.
Standing in the center of the field, Liu Qingmei covered her mouth in shock, her face a picture of disbelief.
The young man's features weren't conventionally handsome, but his face, as if chiseled from stone, was ruthlessly sharp.
"Such a sunny day," Chen Yang mused, reaching out to catch a red flower petal drifting on the wind. He twirled it between his fingers, "Perfect for shedding blood."
That short sentence made everyone's eyelids twitch.
