Yang Zhen's words took Lin Ruochu and the others by surprise; they all stared at him, agape and speechless, as if looking at a madman.
Yang Tiehe, barehanded, had killed a beast of the Saint Sovereign Domain and was now showing off here, carrying its body on his shoulder. Lin Ruochu and the rest didn't even feel confident about winning, let alone have the confidence not to be defeated.
Yang Zhen was going to fight Yang Tiehe?
And it wasn't for Lin Ruochu's sake, but simply because he didn't like the look of Yang Tiehe?
Looking at the roasted lamb leg in Yang Zhen's hand, and then at the Storm Ram leg in Yang Tiehe's hand, everyone's heads buzzed.
You just didn't like the guy because his lamb leg was bigger than yours?
What kind of reasoning was that?
As Yang Tiehe approached, everyone silenced like cicadas in winter, exchanging looks, unsure of how to respond.
Lin Ruochu bit her teeth and suddenly stepped in front of Yang Zhen, blocking him and facing Yang Tiehe.
