For Chen Yang, the title of Zhennan Prince was merely icing on the cake. True power lay in one's own strength.
"Don't you dare be so arrogant!" Yang Dingtian laughed furiously, his icy eyes flickering with a cold light. "I admit you're a prodigy, especially when it comes to leading troops in battle."
"But as the saying goes, a fallen phoenix is no better than a chicken." Yang Dingtian wasn't in a hurry. A sarcastic smile played on his lips as he gestured to the circle of Yang Family masters, placing special emphasis on the four black-robed elders beside him. "Even without the eighty thousand Personal Guards, the foundation of my Golden Summit Yang Family is not something ordinary people can shake."
Chen Yang's expression remained unchanged. He didn't speak, merely watching Yang Dingtian with an indifferent gaze.
