With these words, the air in the surroundings seemed to freeze.
Yang Song stared at Ye Chen in astonishment, sensing an unprecedented terror radiating from those icy eyes. This young man, it seemed, was not joking. The Ziyun Pavilion was a renowned power within a hundred-mile radius; no one dared to provoke them lightly. Yet, in Ye Chen’s eyes, the Ziyun Pavilion seemed like nothing more than a pawn on a chessboard, one he could crush at any moment.
Feeling the sheer dominance of Ye Chen’s presence, Yang Song dared not utter another word, fearing he might die at this man’s hands. He struggled to his feet, ignoring his injuries, and hurriedly signaled his subordinates.
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