Chen Nan glanced at everyone, sneering, "I've long said, I have no intention of hurting anyone. I told you to stay away, but you wouldn't listen. No need to blame anyone else for courting death."
"You!"
The middle-aged man pointed at Chen Nan, too angry to speak.
He wanted to get angry and lead the disciples of the Purple Cloud Palace to eliminate this man surnamed Zu, but he was also wary of the other party being the Young Master of the Dead City. If he acted rashly, he probably wouldn't gain any advantage.
Chen Nan coldly swept his gaze over the crowd, saying, "If you want to fight, go ahead and charge at me. Let me experience the high skills of your Purple Cloud Palace."
Sometimes, an enemy is like a spring; if you are strong, it weakens; if you are weak, it becomes strong.
