"Since you're here, you're not leaving."
Yang Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold killing intent flaring to life.
With a wave of his hand, the burly man in black beside him lunged forward.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
With every step the burly man in black took, the ground trembled and let out a dull thud.
He was clearly being cautious, believing that even when hunting a rabbit, a lion should use its full strength.
This guard of Yang Yan's had already reached the level of Great Success in Marrow Transformation.
And he didn't believe the man before him could be stronger; after all, he looked far too young.
He knew all the genius Martial Artists of the younger generation in Shanyang Prefecture who were stronger than him, and this man was not one of them.
Therefore, his display of power was merely out of caution.
As he stepped forward, the burly man's Qi and blood surged, and veins like writhing dragons bulged on his skin.
