Zhou Jingyuan was covered in a layer of dust, barely steadying his footing, yet he was in a sorry state, with fear and shock lingering on his face, unable to shake them off.
The other core disciples of the martial arts hall at the scene all had their pupils shrinking and remained silent like cicadas in cold weather, not daring to move rashly.
What Chen Yang displayed thoroughly intimidated them!
"You..."
In Zhou Jingyuan's imagination, suppressing Chen Yang with his strength should be a simple matter, especially since this guy was excessively arrogant; even though it might lead to the reputation of bullying the weak, he had no choice but to act.
The result...
Looking at the rubble underfoot and the collapsed walls and broken columns, this core member of Qingyun Martial Arts Hall had his face change repeatedly, yet he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Chen Yang held a teacup, gesturing to Zhou Jingyuan with a calm expression, devoid of emotional fluctuations, but...
