"Can all of your backers combined threaten Xuan Zi?"
Facing Han Xuhan's final question, Chen Yan could no longer maintain his tranquil composure.
An oppressive spiritual pressure erupted from his body, enveloping and suffocating everyone around him, making them instinctively retreat several steps.
Only Han Xuhan remained rooted on his spot, because Chen Yan's grip on his shoulders had not budged.
Unbeknownst to the others, Mu Ran was affected the most by this. An audible growl left his throat as his heels dug into the earth. A pair of golden stripes appeared inside his eyes, encircling the pupils to form an inhuman, reptilian gaze.
He stared at Chen Yan with clear hatred and disgust. If Chen Yan's entire focus hadn't been locked on Han Xuhan, he'd have surely noticed the animosity.
"Junior Brother Xuhan, you can't just go around accusing people of insurrection," Chen Yan said in a deep tone while his fingers sank into Han Xuhan's shoulders like claws.
