"That's right! My brother-in-law is Chen Wudi, known in the Jianghu as the 'Wave-Riding White Dragon'!"
Chen Yi shot her an irritated glance and waved for her to stay hidden.
'As long as Yan Fusha's target is me, it's fine. I can still barely manage.'
'If Yan Fusha switched his target to Pei Guanli, wouldn't I be thrown into a panic?'
Fortunately, at this moment, Yan Fusha only had eyes for him. He was still staring at him in disbelief, muttering incessantly:
"A young man, not even twenty, has reached Perfection in the Calligraphy Dao and Great Success in both the Fist Dao and Body Techniques..."
"How is that possible? How is that possible..."
Suddenly, Yan Fusha's voice stopped.
The eyes looking at Chen Yi instantly turned blood-red, the whites filling with crimson veins.
The True Essence Gang Qi protecting his body turned as dark as ink, with wisps of deep red drifting through it.
