"Hm?"
The moment he spoke, the clamorous crowd fell silent.
The smug and arrogant expressions on the faces of the dozen or so Jiuhua Celestial Sect disciples instantly froze.
In their place was a mixture of shame, annoyance, and rage.
Pairs of icy eyes turned toward the source of the voice.
The crowd automatically parted.
No one wanted to be targeted by the experts of the Jiuhua Celestial Sect. Only Jiang Chen, dressed in black, walked out slowly with his hands clasped behind his back.
"You bastard!"
"Who are you? How dare you meddle in the affairs of my Jiuhua Celestial Sect? Are you tired of living?"
Several of the Jiuhua Celestial Sect experts berated him angrily.
Jian Yulou sat atop a tall horse, a golden longsword on his back and his arms crossed over his chest. His indifferent expression turned grim, and he squinted at Jiang Chen. His eyes seemed to flicker with cold starlight, his gaze filled with a chilling killing intent.
