As Abbot Zeyan spoke, Chen Yu struck down the final personal disciple and came to a stop.
At that moment, a radius of dozens of meters around Chen Yu was completely deserted. Whether they were personal disciples of Taixuan Peak or disciples from the Nine Peaks, they all kept far away from Chen Yu, who looked like a god of slaughter, and no one dared to approach him.
Seeing Chen Yu stop, the personal disciples who had narrowly escaped with their lives breathed sighs of relief, including Zhou Wu, who had already fled far into the distance. Go look for trouble with Chen Yu again? Even if you gave him a hundred guts right now, he wouldn't dare entertain such a thought.
Chapter 1798