"Why can't we get close to him?"
The bodyguards, who had been sent flying, felt a wave of pain in their bones and muscles.
They lay on the ground, struggling to rise, but it felt as if a massive stone were pressing down on them; they simply could not lift themselves, and cold sweat beaded on their foreheads.
The handsome man before them stood tall and elegant, an air of noble grace about him.
The dim light in the room seemed to focus on him, casting a shadow at their feet; he was like a deity, invoking an inherent sense of oppression and fear from deep within.
"If I were you, I'd rather have died sooner than end up in such a ghastly state."
Chu Yan smiled and walked leisurely towards Xu Cheng.
"You, you're not Chu Yan!"
Xu Cheng's eyes widened in terror, involuntarily backing away in his wheelchair; the Chu Yan before him felt frighteningly unfamiliar, his body trembling uncontrollably under the dangerous and sinister aura that made his scalp tingle.
