Zhao Chen laughed, "Do you still wish to battle me fiercely?" His voice was filled with mockery.
In the distance, Housekeeper Feng and his subordinates heard that Huang Xiaolong had no intention of fleeing at all and shook their heads while laughing.
"Has this kid gone mad? Does he truly wish to battle our Young Master fiercely?" one of Zhao Chen's subordinates laughed.
"I think he's been scared silly by our Young Master! Or perhaps knowing there is no hope of escape, he didn't plan to run at all," another person laughed.
Zhao Chen, listening to his subordinates laugh uproariously, lifted his hand to quiet them down, and looked at Huang Xiaolong, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance, summon out your Martial Soul. I'll use both hands, and if you can make me take even half a step back, I will let you leave."
Zhao Chen stood there, hands clasped behind his back, steady as the Ancient Divine Mountain, seemingly planning to stand there and allow Huang Xiaolong to attack at will.
