"Hmph, kid, die for me!"
You Xianyong's face revealed a ferocious expression, filled with murderous intent, and as his fist was about to hit Chen Yang's head, he grew increasingly excited.
Seeing this, Tu Guanghui, who hadn't yet made a move, shook his head and looked towards Chen Yang with an expression as if he were looking at a dead man.
But just at that moment, a phantom flashed, and with a smack, You Xianyong's fierce fist stopped firmly in front of Chen Yang.
A pair of hands grasped You Xianyong's fist, and though the hands were not large enough to fully encompass You Xianyong's fist, they controlled it so tightly that it couldn't advance even a fraction of an inch.
Chen Yang looked at You Xianyong with a cold gleam flashing in his eyes, "If you're not capable, then don't act fierce!"
"You little bastard, you're courting death!"
