Jiang Chen had been sent nearly a kilometer away by Sang Zhenye, and with a movement, he rushed towards the edge of the dense forest.
Staying here would only be a burden; he couldn't really help. If it were only Sang Zhenye, Jiang Chen could leave whenever he wanted, and it's likely that the four from Tong Hai wouldn't be able to stop him!
Swish!
A figure suddenly appeared a hundred meters in front of Jiang Chen, staring at him coldly.
"Tong Hai!"
Jiang Chen's expression changed, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes.
"Jiang Chen, no matter what, my brother died by your hand. This revenge, we brothers must have!"
Tong Hai looked at Jiang Chen coldly, but there was a hint of regret in his eyes.
If not for Sang Zhenye's words earlier confirming that Tong Jiang died by Jiang Chen's hand, he wouldn't want to kill Jiang Chen. After all, Jiang Chen was Hu Yiqiu's disciple, and killing him would bring considerable trouble!
