As usual, Yang Chen stood above the crowd, with everyone cheering his name.
Opposite him, the monstrous army of the demon beasts spread across the sky, an astonishing sight to behold.
The demon beasts harbored a deep hatred for Yang Chen, whereas the humans revered him. Of course, not everyone hoped for Yang Chen to continue winning, like Lang Feng, who wished to tear Yang Chen to pieces.
By now, Lang Feng had already woken up and was bowing respectfully to Hua Wanru, though the hatred on his face for Yang Chen had not diminished.
Hua Wanru spoke coldly, "Lang Feng."
"Ma...Master!" Lang Feng replied, confused.
"Don't provoke Yang Chen anymore, you can't beat him." Hua Wanru said solemnly.
"Master!" Lang Feng stared with wide eyes, not understanding why his master would say such a thing.
