Under the crowd's gaze, Zhaang Cang advanced on Zhaang Ye step by step. Everyone assumed that with his Martial Arts Fourth Layer Early Stage cultivation, Zhaang Ye would be intimidated into a panicked attack or forced to retreat from Zhaang Cang's imposing aura.
But Zhaang Ye's reaction was a disappointment.
Zhaang Ye was as calm as a stone. His body, limbs, and even his clothes were perfectly still. His gaze did not waver in the slightest; he seemed completely unaffected by the intimidating aura Zhaang Cang was deliberately projecting.
"Hmph!" Granny Mei, who had been watching from the sidelines, sneered. "He's just putting on a brave face!"
Granny Mei might have sneered, but Zhaang Cang, the one at the center of the confrontation, felt a flicker of unease. He realized that Zhaang Ye was looking at him as if he were already dead. And though Zhaang Ye's aura was only that of the Martial Arts Fourth Layer Early Stage, Zhaang Cang's sharp instincts screamed of danger.
