In an instant.
The whole scene was plunged into a strange silence.
Especially those who were excitedly and confidently expecting Chen Yang to submit before Zhou Zhao, the commander of the Yan Cloud's 108 Riders, were nearly stunned.
This, how is this possible?!
Da da da.
Zhuo Tinghai retreated several steps, piecing together some fragmented memories in his mind at last.
He clearly remembered that the first day Zhuo Wenqing returned, he mentioned the other side had destroyed Linghe Villa.
But, as much as he racked his brains, he couldn't have imagined that this was an existence even Zhou Zhao wouldn't dare to provoke.
Even if Zhou Zhao hadn't taken action and only said a ruthless word, Zhuo Tinghai wouldn't be scared like this.
"There, there's a lot of misunderstanding here, and it's getting late. I shall take my leave first, everyone goodbye." Zhou Yi saw that things were turning for the worse, even developing in an unimaginable direction, and turned to leave.
