"Lord Chu, kill them."
Xu Zhenshan, who was in a hysterical state, didn't notice the unease in Chu Liang's expression. He fixed Chen Yang with a venomous glare, as if he wished to grind his bones and suck his marrow.
There was no response. In fact, Chu Liang, whom Xu Zhenshan regarded as his pillar of support, was retreating.
"This..."
Xu Zhenshan was instantly dumbfounded, his face turning slack-jawed.
But Chen Yang laughed. "It seems you recognize me?"
Chu Liang's hair stood on end, and he clenched his teeth tightly. In his wildest dreams, he never expected to encounter this ruthless man here.
Even if you turned to ash, I'd still recognize you.
Then, without further delay, he turned and fled.
Chen Yang reached out his hand, pulling Chu Liang through the air with an invisible palm strike. He was viciously slammed into the ground by the palm's force.
PFFT.
Chen Yang lowered his hand, his fingers tapping slowly on the tabletop. "Tell me everything I want to know."
