Su Yun opened his eyes leisurely, as if he had seen it. As if sensing the special state he was in, the wooden saber in his hand could not help but vibrate. It let out a series of saber hums that filled his body like a dragon's roar.
As Xu Jiajia and the rest had been behind Su Yun, they did not see anything. Su Yun's gaze was strange as she stared at the waves caused by the saber aura. The hostility in his body seemed to have faded with the tide. His eyes were no longer chaotic, but gradually became clear.
As he breathed steadily, he was in a daze. He looked down at the wooden saber in his hand in a daze. The wooden saber was born for killing. It was like the inner demon in Su Yun's heart, constantly emitting a baleful aura that affected him. But now, he only exerted a little force and the wooden saber quickly quieted down. The murderous aura that raged in his heart seemed to be gradually suppressed by Su Yun like the wooden saber.