Yan Yuchu's eyes moistened. After so many years of discrimination and exclusion in the family, he had developed a radical and indifferent character. With power in his hands, his radical attitude remained unchanged, yet he became extremely arrogant, with a heart as cold as iron.
But at this moment, he was moved; something seemed to be stuck in his heart, making him exceedingly uncomfortable.
With a long howl, Yan Yuchu flew over the heads of the crowd and delivered a Sword Slash towards Xia Youchen's head.
Xia Youchen hadn't expected these young Swordsmen to be so fearless, even daring to turn around and fight desperately against him.
Of course, given his strength, though surprised, he didn't take these people seriously, except for Yan Yuchu—there was not even a Sword Master among them, and even Yan Yuchu, frankly, was not as reputed.
