Ouyang Zhi and Lady Xu's gazes met, and a cold smile flashed across their lips simultaneously.
Just as expected, the next moment, Chen Yuan glanced coldly at him and said,
"What are you considered to be? Do I owe you any face?"
"You..."
Ouyang Tuo nearly spewed a mouthful of old blood. He had not expected Chen Yuan to be so dismissive, openly insulting him. If this had happened before,
he would have definitely taught the other party a lesson.
However, having witnessed the burst of strength Chen Yuan exhibited just now, he chose to endure.
"Demon Sword Chen Yuan, after all, Young Master Yun Han is a direct descendant of the Yun Family. It's better to let it go than to stir things up."
"To stir or not to stir, since when is it your place to tell me how to conduct my affairs? If you don't leave now, I will slay you as well!" Chen Yuan snorted coldly, showing no respect whatsoever.
"You..."
"Demon Sword Chen Yuan, what if we all ask for mercy together?"
