Gu Zhenyang merely sneered. He swung his arm, and the vines disintegrated into pieces—scattering across the ground.
In a split second, Qing Han dashed toward Gu Zhenyang. Vines could be seen soaring up to the sky.
'My mother is mad! I won't forgive anyone who makes her mad!'
"You are nothing but a spirit beast. You have bitten off more than you can chew."
Gu Zhenyang let out a piercing scream as a deadly aura emitted from him. It was so overwhelming that the entire Yang Xin Hall collapsed into a pile of ruins.
As Feng Tianyu and the people around him were covered with vines, they were still safe and sound.
However, luck was not on Feng Rushuang and Liu Rong's side. Both of them were pinned down under the debris, gasping for air.
Gu Zhenyang did not even spare a glance at both of them. His eyes were still fixed on both Feng Tianyu and Feng Ruqing.
