The biting wind howled past. Chen Yang narrowed his eyes, his killing intent flaring.
"You..." Tu Su bit his teeth so hard they could crack, his eyes brimming with venom, his expression ferocious.
From the moment this battle began, he had viewed Chen Yang as a fish on the chopping block, to be slaughtered whenever and however his mood dictated. He had even magnanimously declared he would give Chen Yang ample time to recover from his injuries.
In the end, however, Chen Yang hadn't even regarded him as an opponent.
Perhaps he was just a buffoon?
PFFT!
Just thinking about it made Tu Su unable to suppress the blood surging in his chest, and he spat out a mouthful. In an instant, his entire demeanor wilted.
"And you thought you could stop me from crossing the river?" Chen Yang questioned. "Hmm?!"
Tu Su was speechless.
The atmosphere in the square gradually began to change, growing tense.
It seemed the situation wasn't as grave as they had imagined.
