Du Chong held a halberd in one hand, pointing it obliquely at Chen Yang.
As for Chen Yang, not only did he remain seated, he also picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, grabbed it with one hand, and gently blew on it by his mouth.
One side was filled with murderous intent, while the other remained indifferent, enjoying the tea.
Such a big contrast left people feeling astonished while they gasped in disbelief.
The atmosphere at the scene gradually dropped to freezing point.
On the verge of conflict.
Meanwhile.
Gu Zhiqing and Chen Shuai had already drawn their swords, approaching everyone from the left and right.
Bang!
Du Chong withdrew his hand, the end of the halberd thudded onto the ground, accompanied by a thunderous explosion, shattering the floor, causing the entire top floor to tremble.
"With me, Du Chong, here, you dare try to move a muscle?"
