Hearing this, Yang Chen burst into laughter, staring unwaveringly at Han Zheng with wide eyes.
"Han Zheng, do you know something?" Yang Chen asked.
"What is it?" Han Zheng looked puzzled.
Yang Chen said coldly, "Han Zheng, actually, I was originally worried about something. Because I don't need to hold a grudge against you because of Ling Nvzong. But now, your appearance makes me feel that everything has become justifiable. I can easily kill you!"
First, Han Zheng was stunned. Then he laughed, "Yang Chen, it seems that you won't shed tears until you see your coffin. Kill me? With what will you kill me with?"
"I'm really curious, how as a Ling Nvzong genius, you'll handle this situation!" Yang Chen's face instantly darkened.
The gap between them?
Heh, what piece of Hua Wanru's study didn't he know about? This unknowing disciple of countless generations from the Ling Nvzong dared to talk about the difference in front of him, Yang Chen?
Ridiculous!
