Dozens of cars roared in, and scores of fully armed Japanese samurai, a dark mass, said not a word. They drew their gleaming katanas and charged at the two people.
Yang Fan pushed Yang Huiru away violently, his blood qi at this moment uncontrollably surging and flowing, his blood-red eyes showing not the slightest hint of humanity. His hands trembled slightly as he clenched his fists so hard they cracked.
Yang Huiru got up from the ground, trying to approach Yang Fan, but alas, that powerful force made it impossible for her to get close.
She did not know what happened to Yang Fan, but she knew that the situation was not good. A sudden transformation like this could not be without reason.
"Yang Fan..." She called out, but Yang Fan seemed not to hear her, completely ignoring her. She tried with all her might to break through, but within five meters of Yang Fan, it was impossible to get any closer. She forcefully attempted to approach him, only to be sent flying backward by a shock.
