"Cough, cough."
Shen Shaoyang climbed up, coughing up blood as he fiercely glared at Chen Yang with gloomy eyes, erupting in anger, "You, you dare strike me? Our Southern Dipper Academy is not Biluo Sword Valley."
"Kill without hesitation."
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the entire area was engulfed in swirling sand.
The yellowish dust rose and fell, sweeping relentlessly.
Chen Yang, in his plain linen clothes, took a few steps forward, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, grabbed the blood-drenched Shen Shaoyang, who had just stabilized himself, with one hand.
His speed was as swift as thunder, so much so that not only Shen Shaoyang had no power to retaliate, but even Shen Lian, standing by, couldn't stop him.
At this moment, a strong wind howled.
The rain showed no sign of easing.
There was a man, clutching another person with one hand and keeping the other behind him, like a War God descending, his imposing figure unmatched.
