A group of people stared blankly at Yang Zhen, their faces full of shock, though the absurdity of the situation seemed to dominate even more.
Among the people present, who wasn't a genius that mastered both heaven and earth, and who wasn't a powerhouse from various forces? Yet Yang Zhen intended to fend off so many practitioners by himself?
This was simply a joke, no, not even jokes were made this way.
And what had Yang Zhen just said?
Who dares to touch his wife?
Since when had Saintess Tianxuan become his wife?
"Yang Iron... Zhen, I don't care what your name is, just get out of my way quickly. Killing you wouldn't take much of my time," said Young Master Gong, his face showing a hint of furious rage as he laughed loudly and waved his hand, causing two black-clad people at the Saint Sovereign Realm to charge towards Yang Zhen.
Seeing two Saint Sovereign Realm powerhouses rush towards Yang Zhen, everyone present showed a look of schadenfreude, observing Yang Zhen critically.
