Jiang Zhenye could clearly sense the murderous intent and pressure being directed at him, but he snorted coldly and took a step forward.
A crack appeared on the rooftop of the building, and his own aura dispelled the pressure forcefully.
"Ye Chen, a wise man understands the times. You should know what's good for you."
Jiang Zhenye's interest in Ye Chen far exceeded his desire to kill him.
Even though Old Master Jiang had requested for Ye Chen to be crippled, he still wanted to spare his life after seeing the scene just now. After all, crippling Ye Chen would be a huge loss for Huaxia's martial arts world.
Moreover, no matter what, Ye Chen was still a part of the Jiang family's bloodline.
"Ye Chen, I won't kill you. I'll give you one last chance. Hand over the treasure and leave. There's still a gap between our strengths. I don't want to…"
Before Jiang Zhenye could finish his sentence, Ye Chen moved.
