"Great Grandpa once said that in our most difficult times, Shi Yan would appear."
After listening to Yang Zhuo’s words, all of the Yang’s descendants immediately cheered up.
In the crucial time, Shi Yan did come.
He really came.
The young man kept drinking wine and strolling around amidst the warriors, who looked like a pack of wolves. He grinned and walked step by step, attracting all the warriors’ attention.
"I want to see who dares to start?"
The young man looked at Jiu Lan Xin and Ming Hai with cold eyes, disregarding everyone around, revealing a domineering look.
"Kid, who are you?" Fu Hao’s face darkened. He coldly looked at Shi Yan and suddenly waved his hand towards a young warrior next to him. "Fu Jie, kill him."
