"Yes, I hit you. Did you think you could do whatever you wanted in the Chen Clan?" Chen Zi spoke coldly, his gaze sharp as he stared down at Chen Yang.
"Even if your father were here, he wouldn't dare kill Chen Li so openly—especially considering his value to the clan. That can only mean one thing… you acted on your own!"
Lin Feng watched the scene unfold, his eyes widening in shock.
Even he hadn't expected this powerful newcomer to not only stop Chen Mei from seriously injuring Chen Yang but also slap him so hard that his face turned red.
This guy seems strong, Feng thought to himself, his gaze falling on the weapon the man carried—a long purple sword exuding a powerful spiritual energy aura.
Yet, the longer Feng looked at it, the stronger an unsettling feeling grew within him.
It was as if his very soul was on the verge of being sliced to pieces.
When Chen Yang heard Chen Zi's words, all of his courage suddenly popped like a balloon.
His body trembled as fear took hold.
