A living person disappeared without a trace just like that.
This scene.
Made many of the local elite present, who came to support Qiu Zichang and the outsiders, tense, their pupils widened greatly.
Apart from the unprecedented visual impact, the greater shock came from the psychological trauma.
Killing someone silently and invisibly is one thing, but even obliterating a corpse is another.
Crunch.
Chen Yang walked to the coffee table, pulled out a chair, and sat down unceremoniously, next to Qiu Zichang and facing Du Chong.
With eyes deep and brilliant like stars, without lifting his gaze, he stared at the Ancestral Sword in his hand.
Chen Yang placed the Ancestral Sword on the coffee table, took a high-quality towel with his right hand.
Without waiting for any reaction, he unleashed the full force of his sword.
The light of the sword illuminated everywhere.
Boom!
Several people were scared, their legs weakened, and their scalps felt electrified.
