Nothing was more direct—or more intimidating—than this.
A few others present had also been planning to fight back, but they forcibly suppressed the urge and dropped back into their seats. They looked utterly defeated, their faces pale, their bodies trembling as terror closed in around them.
A thought of relief surged through them again and again: Thank goodness that guy had made his move first and become the sacrificial lamb.
If they'd been just a step faster than that unlucky fool, the bloody chunks splattered across everyone's faces would have been theirs.
The place fell utterly silent. Even their frightened panting was deliberately stifled, as if they feared that breathing too loudly might bring death upon them.
That was exactly the effect Jiang Yue wanted.
His gaze swept calmly across the room. "Who's next?"
He didn't look particularly menacing, but with the scene before them, his eyes carried tremendous weight.
Some of the more timid ones had already wet themselves. One dropped to his knees with a thud and cried, "I surrender!"
"I surrender too!"
Pleading clearly wasn't going to work.
Jiang Yue had already anticipated every move those four would make. The moment they tried to flee, his Shen Guang struck them, and they fell to the ground.
The previous man's death had been far too shocking. The scene of him exploding still lingered in their minds; flecks of flesh remained on their faces, the blood was still warm, and the stench had yet to disperse.
What kind of bizarre magic was this? They hadn't even seen him make a move. How had those men suddenly lost control of their bodies?
"What?"
Jiang Yue said to Number 3 and Captive Number 5 beside him, "There's one more with some backbone. Remember their faces. We're moving on to the next