The tone was resolute and unmistakable.
Suddenly, the hearts of the surrounding onlookers skipped a beat. This newcomer definitely bears ill will!
The sword wielder seemed to possess considerable strength, but this man appeared even more ferocious; his entrance alone had nearly caused every jaw to drop. Moreover, his attitude was so domineering that there was no room for negotiation. Such overbearing arrogance means a great battle is probably inevitable.
Consequently, the crowd took several more steps back, their faces tense and filled with anticipation. After all, these combatants were not unarmed, and they might well be Sword Cultivators. If a fight broke out and a stray attack hit them, the result would be far worse than a mere black eye and a swollen nose.
Seeing Chen Yang standing there unmoved, showing no intention of handing over the Ancestral Sword, Chen Ke stretched out a hand and demanded again, "I said, the sword. Hand it over!"
