At that moment, the entire scene fell silent.
Sword Fanatic's death had silenced everyone.
Cangwu's power filled them with despair.
That was Sword Fanatic—a renowned figure throughout the Eastern Region. And he had simply died like that?
How could they not be astonished? How could they not be shaken to the core?
"What? No one else dares to come?"
"I won't comment much on the older generation of Eastern Region experts, but you lot are all nothing but trash."
"Trash like you are wasting such a territory. I advise you to move aside early and hand this place over."
"The Eastern Region should belong to our Chaos Ancient Clan, not a pack of trash like you."
Cangwu folded his arms, his tone incomparably overbearing.
His stream of insults left the crowd before him utterly unable to lift their heads.
Countless cultivators gritted their teeth and clenched their fists, their eyes blazing with fury.
Yet not one of them could say a word.
The Cangwu before them was simply too powerful.
So powerful that he drove them into despair.
They wanted to resist, but it was useless. Even Sword Fanatic had died. If they went up, they would merely be throwing their lives away for nothing.
"You. Come out."
At that moment, Cangwu revealed extreme impatience.
He pointed at a cultivator in the crowd and crooked a finger.
"N-No... I won't."
The cultivator who had been singled out hurriedly waved his hands, his body backing away uncontrollably.
But as a crisp sword cry rang through heaven and earth—
The retreating cultivator suddenly stopped. His eyes widened, and disbelief appeared on his face.
He slowly lowered his head, and then...
He saw the enormous bloody hole in his chest.
Blood continued to pour from the wound.
"Weak."
Cangwu coldly spat out a