"Refreshing!"
Yan Chuan was killing with gusto.
In the Heavenly Ladder Competition, there was no psychological burden for killing, and Yan Chuan was unchecked, fully releasing the destructive nature of people.
"Fantastic!"
In the Cang Mountain Sword Discussion, Yan Chuan had never felt so exhilarated!
Now, he was killing with excitement.
At the peak of excitement, Yan Chuan suddenly stopped, breathed and opened his voice, and shouted with abandon—
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Hehehehehehe!"
With this roar—
The world was engulfed in clouds, the Qiankun shrouded in mist.
Whirling Yin wind sent stones rolling, while waves of anger surged like the sea.
Grudges run as deep as the sea, the more hatred grows, the more anger arises.
The shout was so fierce that even passing birds ceased to fly, fish submerged to avoid leaping, ghosts wept, gods howled, darkness fell over the earth, dragons fretted, and tigers feared the dimmed sunlight!
"Ahhh!"
At street corners and alleys!
