Zhang Chen stared coldly at the disciples who had drawn their swords against him, a trace of disdain in his gaze and a hint of ice in his voice: "Not only do you not have Yellow Spring Water, but your descendants and the families behind you also do not have Yellow Spring Water unless your families bring me your heads. Otherwise, I will not give your families any chance."
Zhang Chen enjoyed stirring trouble, and his words provoked the Zhang Family disciples preparing to attack him. There was no trace of compassion in his heart; instead, a murderous intention flickered in his eyes. If not for his third uncle backing him today, would these people spare him if they gained power?
As for a fight between both sides?
Zhang Chen was eager for both sides to clash so he could openly execute Zhang Shenqi and the others. He didn't mind displaying his skills to show everyone his prowess.
