The air was thick with tension.
Su Yu sat upright in the host's seat, his gaze turning cold. Like a savage ape roused from its slumber, he fixed his eyes on the three men opposite him and spoke in a low voice:
"Butler Huyan, didn't Patriarch Yang tell you? Yang Zhen... is my woman."
HUMMM!
Before his words had even faded, an invisible pressure instantly filled the air.
It was an aura Su Yu had comprehended after breaking through to the Flesh Refining Realm, a combination of his Five Senses Divine and his saber intent. It could exert immense pressure on his foes. He had seen a similar aura emanate from Master Qin many times before, so he knew it wasn't just his imagination.
Huyan bo felt the hair on his skin stand on end, as if he'd been targeted by a ravenous beast. The two guards behind him turned deathly pale. They instinctively reached for their blades, only to find their limbs frozen stiff, paralyzed by the sheer force of Su Yu's presence.
'What a powerful aura!'
