The entire venue was instantaneously shrouded in deathly silence, as if time itself had frozen at that moment.
The air felt as though it had been sucked dry, suffocatingly oppressive to the point of breathlessness.
Everyone's eyes were bulging like brass bells, fixed tightly on Chen Nan's blood-soaked body, not daring to breath heavily, for fear of breaking the eerie tranquility.
"Chen Nan... is dead?" a young martial artist's lips trembled uncontrollably.
"This... This is a terrifying slash that could even split the heavens and earth, how can Chen Nan have any chance of survival against such an attack?" someone muttered in a low voice from the crowd, filled with shock and a helpless sigh of resignation.
Lin Yu stood to one side, his previously tense and twisted expression relaxed in an instant, replaced by an uncontrollable frenzy of ecstasy.
