Ge Liangen's figure soared, whistling as he approached.
With a bang, he descended from the sky.
The moment his feet touched the ground, a powerful airflow erupted beneath him, sweeping outwards in all directions.
Snowflakes danced and scattered, and the Yangshan members in front of him were intimidated by his aura, subconsciously retreating a few steps.
But soon after, these people reacted and suddenly straightened up, gritting their teeth as they returned to their original positions.
Ge Liangen witnessed this scene, and a hint of killing intent emerged in his eyes.
This group of Yangshan brats dared to show signs of resistance right in front of him!
This made him very displeased.
Ge Liangen's gaze was cold and penetrating, sweeping across the entire scene. The strong Spiritual Power attached to his eyes gave his gaze a piercing sharpness.
Those who met his gaze instinctively averted their eyes.
Ge Liangen's gaze finally landed on Zhao Liang, who was on the flagpole.
