Su Chen's words had barely left his mouth.
It was visibly clear.
Inside and outside the entirety of Zhenlong Pavilion, nearly every person had their eyes bulging out like frogs—so round they almost popped out.
Especially for people like Zhong Tiantang who were quite familiar with Wu Yu and understood him well, their entire bodies trembled and their hearts raced in fear.
Did Su Chen actually dare to speak to Wu Yu like that?!
Insanity!
It was truly madness!
Wu Yu was a living Martial God!
Hadn't they seen even the Dean show some respect and awkwardness in front of Wu Yu?
Moreover, behind Wu Yu was the entire Wuo Family?
Su Chen's audacity was akin to an ant voluntarily diving into a sea of fire—tremendous courage indeed.
"Are you sure that what you just said was meant for me?" In the next breath, Wu Yu spoke. He didn't seem angry, but there was a touch of puzzlement and indifference in his tone.
