"Don't you dare make a move!"
Perceiving the murderous aura emanating from Tang Yi, Jin Yan's expression changed and she quickly intervened, fearing that an infuriated Tang Yi would immediately kill Chen Fusheng right in front of them.
After all, Jin Yan had previously witnessed the formidable power of Tang Yi's attacks. For an ordinary person like Chen Fusheng, a single slap from Tang Yi could probably squash him into a pulp.
It might be satisfying to act on impulse, but such actions could easily give others the excuse they needed against him.
Seeing the pleading look in Jin Yan's eyes, Tang Yi reluctantly withdrew his killing intent. Chen Fusheng, who had felt like the Grim Reaper had his eye on him, suddenly felt as if a great weight had been lifted.
In less than a minute, Chen Fusheng's clothes were already soaked with cold sweat. Merely from one glance, he felt as if he'd taken a tour around the Ghost Gate.
