No one expected Chen Yang to have such a hidden master by his side.
Look at Gan Haotian, the first to rush forward. He had not only stripped off his own clothes but was now lying on the ground like a dead dog, not daring to let out a single whimper. The sight gnawed at the nerves of everyone present.
As the snow flurried and the cold wind cut through the air, those who had come with malicious intent—especially the ones in splendid attire—felt a bone-chilling cold rise from the soles of their feet. It spread through their limbs and into their very core, making them feel as if their skeletons would freeze and crack.
They racked their brains but could never have imagined things would turn out this way. The situation had completely diverged from their anticipated script and spiraled out of control.
