Yang Chen looked at the four people, nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Alright! Follow me!"
After speaking, Yang Chen walked straight down.
The people below were somewhat fearful, retreating in succession, causing chaos.
The leader couldn't help but shouted, "Stop! Who are you!"
Yang Chen stopped and swept his cold eyes towards him.
Seeing Yang Chen's icy gaze, the man leading the group couldn't help but shiver, as if two ice daggers were pressed against his neck, trembling all over.
"If you don't want to die, get out of my way!" Yang Chen's voice was thoroughly cold.
He considered that they were soldiers, so he didn't want to use force, but it didn't mean he couldn't.
He was currently angry and had no outlet, especially since Jianfeng was injured because of these people. If they truly provoked him, what's wrong with killing a few?
Yang Chen was never a saint; those who block him die, which has always been his creed on the battlefield!
