A jolt went through Ye Chao's divine spirit at Chen Yang's words.
In an instant, his face turned as pale as paper, and he struggled to breathe.
As for Gao Fan, who had always been silent and cold, his eyes met Chen Yang's, and he couldn't stop himself from stumbling back several steps. He only came to a halt when he crashed into a table behind him, sending cups and dishes toppling to the floor with a clatter.
His expression was one of utmost panic as he instinctively looked toward the other two elders.
The two elders had already grown grim, their fists clenched tightly, their sharp eyes fixed on Chen Yang with extreme tension.
The rest of the crowd was utterly dumbfounded, their mouths agape wide enough to fit a fist.
They couldn't fathom how such a simple matter, especially on this minor Qiyun Road, had suddenly produced such an overwhelmingly powerful expert. An expert who was personally stepping in for two women.
HISS...
