"Good! Very good, on my turf, you still dare to be so arrogant. If you can walk out of here alive today, I'll take your last name." Wu Jian smiled cruelly, looking at Ye Feng as if he were a dead man.
This Wu Jian, when angry, exudes a chilling aura.
"Young Master Wu is about to explode, huh? This aura is genuinely terrifying, making me tremble."
"Where did this hillbilly come from? Actually made Young Master Wu so angry. This is going to be a good show."
"What do you all think! How badly will he get beaten? How many breaths will he have left when he leaves?"
"When Young Master Wu gets mad, blood will definitely splatter five feet! This guy is doomed."
...
Seeing this scene, many onlookers were trembling with fear, even feeling a chill down their spines.
Even though they knew Wu Jian was not targeting them, they still felt uncomfortable all over, as if they'd been stared down by a venomous snake.
And, with a word from Wu Jian, people started gathering around.
