Hearing this, everyone who was present was dumbfounded.
The tense atmosphere was quickly diffused.
Fu Chen turned into a beam of light, streaming toward Gu Zhenyang.
In a flash, the leaves around Fu Chen turned into sharp swords, raining down on Gu Zhenyang, like snow falling from the sky.
Gu Zhenyang lifted his sleeve to block the leaves. As he swung his arm, the leaves spread out in all directions.
"Ah!" Liu Rong and Feng Rushuang were watching them by the side. They had never thought that the leaves would drift toward them. The leaves slashed their skins and blood started to ooze out from the cuts.
Feng Rushuang pursed her lips together. She was just standing next to her father—why he did not protect her?
***
Disregarding Feng Rushuang, an aura emitted from Gu Zhenyang's arm. His eyes were cold and nonchalant. Fu Chen could not help but take a few steps back.
