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Splattering blood stained the Tian Yuan Forest red. Severed limbs and mangled torsos littered the ground.
The Candidate Disciples stared at Chen Han with terrified eyes. It was as if the young man before them was a Demon Venerable from the Nine Nether Eighteen Blood Hells... Waves of murderous aura radiated from him, surging outward like a tide with him at its center.
'Wind?'
Gazing at the lively leaves dancing in the mountain forest, Chen Han's thoughts seemed to drift away.
Wind!
Agile, yet elusive.
Formless, yet it could be held in one's hand.
In an instant, Chen Han felt the threads of doubt in his mind suddenly unravel. His entire state of mind seemed to leap to a new level, a new height.
His right hand began to move, tracing slow circles of its own accord.
The movements were as smooth as flowing clouds and water, just like Elder Ye's hand gestures back in the Illusion Array.
