The Big Picture

At that moment, Chu Han, who had slain Zhang Dayong without hesitation in a single stroke, flicked the blood droplets clean from the Asura Battle Axe with a swish. Then he abruptly raised the black axe, which exerted immense pressure on everyone around it, its sharp blade gleaming with black light as it pointed directly at the tens of thousands of survivors.

"Does anyone else have an objection?" Chu Han's ink-black eyes were unfathomably dark. His voice was not loud, yet in the deathly silent square, everyone heard him clearly.

Crack, crack!

Quite a few people instinctively stepped back, their faces drained completely white. This time, they fully believed the rumors about Chu Han outside.

Arrogant, tyrannical, killing without batting an eye? Damn, those rumors had been toned down, hadn't they?

The truth was a hundred times more terrifying!

Huang Shuzhen gulped hard. Although Chu Han was not targeting him, his legs still went weak with fright. Especially those black eyes of Chu Han's—after killing someone, his gaze remained as calm as if he had merely slaughtered a chicken.

Was he even human?

Where had this demon come from?!

"Since no one has any objections, line up and enter the city immediately." In the packed yet terrifyingly silent square, Chu Han spoke again. "I'm giving you ten minutes. Everyone must enter the city. No noise, no pushing."

Swish, swish, swish!

The crowd immediately formed orderly lines without daring to make a sound. It was not that they truly wanted to go along with Chu Han's inexplicable nonsense, but that his actions had completely cowed them.

After all, no one wanted to die.

And anyone capable of fighting Chu Han would hardly be lining up at the city gate waiting to enter.

Intense resentment and dissatisfaction rose in nearly everyone's heart,