Silence. A deathly stillness settled over the vast venue.
One by one, gazes contracted, fixating on Yang Hu as if they had seen a ghost.
Could it be that everyone with close ties to Chen Yang possessed strength surpassing that of Thousand-Faced Yama? No wonder Yang Hu had so brazenly declared that if Gan Haotian didn't take off his clothes, he would personally skin him... This was far too audacious.
A chill seeped into Gan Haotian's bones. That was a man from the Chen Imperial Clan, even if he was just an in-law. His status was supreme, yet he was killed with a single slash?
At last, Mr. Gan realized he had grossly miscalculated.
Swallowing hard, Gan Haotian forced himself to speak. "What are you all waiting for? This is a funeral. We must show the deceased the respect he is due."
Holding his blood-drenched saber, Yang Hu glanced down at Gan Haotian and said indifferently, "Oh, so now you remember respect? A moment ago, weren't you insufferably arrogant?"
