Bald Eagle was covered in blood, his gaze deep and menacing, chilling to the bone. Chen Yang smiled silently and, after stepping onto the stage, gestured toward Bald Eagle with a wave of his hand.
Bald Eagle's smile vanished. "I heard my disciple, Qin Wu, didn't die on the stage?" he said coldly.
"Don't you talk a little too much?" Chen Yang urged impatiently. "Hurry up and make your move. I have other things to do later!"
Bald Eagle's expression turned gloomy as his killing intent burst forth. What a sharp-tongued, ignorant little thing!
The crowd below, after exchanging looks of bewilderment, suddenly erupted into discussion.
"Is this guy a bit too arrogant? Doesn't he know that Yahua once killed one of Bald Eagle's disciples with a single punch, only to be defeated by Bald Eagle in the end?"
"He's too proud, completely disregarding everyone else! He's going to suffer a huge loss!"
"Go, Mr. Chen!"
