Chen Nan's brutal methods struck fear into everyone present.
After all, his behavior just now was like that of a madman; one second he was all smiles, and the next, the Demon Sword was at your throat.
A smiley-faced assassin is even more terrifying than one with a cold expression.
Because you never know when he will chop his Demon Sword at your head, there's absolutely no warning, and the psychological fear this creates is the most terrifying of all.
Chen Nan glanced at the five headless bodies and walked towards the people from the Heavenly Origin Sect.
"Heavenly Origin Sect's leader, Lu Changyuan, right?" Chen Nan placed the Demon Sword on his neck and sneered, "When I was up on the mountain just now, I seem to recall you saying that as long as I could catch your palm, you would spare my life, isn't that correct?"
Lu Changyuan's face was ugly with fear, and he said, "Yes... so what if it is?"
