Chapter 38: Matter Settled

The long street was dead silent. No one spoke. It was as if every person present was being choked by an invisible hand.

Yang Qinghe's face was left with a nearly vacant, stupefied expression. Behind him, the bulging veins on Yang Fu's hands twitched as he trembled slightly. As a Martial Artist, he felt the thrill of witnessing an expert, yet he also harbored a weakling's terror when facing the truly strong. Only he knew the exact taste of this complex mix of emotions.

Zhang Ling'Er's short sword had unknowingly dropped to her side. Her mouth hung agape, her typically vibrant eyes now clouded with sheer bewilderment. Just moments ago, she had felt the Vice Hall Master's oppressive aura looming like a towering mountain. Yet, the youth driving the oxcart had shattered that mountain into dust with a single punch. This caliber of strength completely surpassed her comprehension.