Whoosh!!!
As Chu Yang's voice fell, the gaze of over a hundred people in the hall all fell upon him.
The cumulative pressure of over a hundred pairs of eyes converged upon Chu Yang.
Chu Yang's expression was blank, his icy gaze fearless in the face of this pressure, sweeping coldly over the crowd. Those who caught Chu Yang's eye immediately lowered their heads in unison, not daring to meet his gaze.
Knife Master's face darkened and he snorted coldly, "Shen Wanhong, Ma Jiu died by your hand. Do you really think you can escape?"
Chu Yang sneered disdainfully, "Oh? What are you going to do? If you're going to make your move, then do it quickly. I have some very important matters to attend to!"
"If you delay my affairs, ten of your heads wouldn't be enough to pay for it."
