The arena was deathly silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Although the other party hadn't spelled it out, his implication was already crystal clear.
The Former Chief Military Commander, Chen Yang.
Wang Teng maintained his position holding the wine glass, but his expression shifted rapidly, his eyes filled with wariness and doubt. As for the rich young masters who had been bragging so loudly, they had been scared out of their wits the moment Cao Shuo was obliterated by a single dry leaf. Now, upon realizing that the person before them was Chen Yang himself, every last one of them turned ashen and began to tremble uncontrollably.
Even as they desperately tried to compose themselves, their bodies couldn't stop shaking.
TAP, TAP, TAP.
Unable to bear the psychological pressure any longer, many subconsciously backed away, their heads bowed, not daring to meet Chen Yang's gaze.
