Zhang Yang forcibly steadied his body, his complexion turning somewhat unsightly.
Being scared back several steps by Chen Anding's gaze, and that too with Old Feng protecting him, it was evident that Zhang Yang's pride was somewhat bruised.
"Old Feng!" Zhang Yang looked at Chen Anding with a cold gaze, and then called out resolutely to Old Feng standing before him.
"Young Master, what are your orders?" Old Feng asked in a clear and cold voice upon hearing Zhang Yang.
"After I beat him, help me gouge out his eyeballs! What nerve he has to glare at me like that, he's really courting death!" Zhang Yang said with a grim tone.
"Yes, Young Master!" Old Feng replied with a chilly voice upon hearing the words.
He raised his eyes, and his icy gaze fell directly onto Chen Anding.
Chen Anding, feeling Old Feng's stare, tensed up instantly.
Clearly, Old Feng's formidable strength was something even a strong person like Chen Anding could feel.
