"I can hardly wait," Ye Longchen smiled.
"Let's go!"
Zhao Yuefei charged ahead, "Let's show these Yang Country people just how formidable we are!"
That was just like them, not the slightest bit afraid even though they knew full well of Mutou Qianhe's prowess.
As the saying goes, meet the soldier with a general and stem water with earth!
These people from Yang Country had already brought the fight to their doorstep, how could they possibly let them continue to be so arrogant and unrestrained?
Qin Jiang and the others arrived at the front door of the villa, coldly eyeing Mutou Qianhe and his group.
Mutou Qianhe's icy gaze swept across Qin Jiang and his companions.
He spoke indifferently, "Which of you is Qin Jiang?"
"I am," Qin Jiang said flatly.
The next second, Mutou Qianhe's gaze instantly locked onto Qin Jiang.
"Is it you who killed my son?"
A surge of fury blazed in Mutou Qianhe's heart.
"Despicable wretch, not worth a death!" Qin Jiang said coldly.
"Beast!"
