Xiahou Zong's tone was grim, devoid of human emotion. His gaze on Jiang Chen seemed as if he were sizing up a dead man.
The younger generation, hearing Xiahou Zong's tone, each secretly broke out in a sweat, feeling a chill down their spines.
However, Jiang Chen did not back down at all, meeting his gaze with calm eyes.
"Xiahou Zong, I don't care how much meat is around your mouth. But Huang'er will never belong to you, never! Remember, I don't care what kind of so-called number one genius you think you are. If you try to stand in my way, I will send you on your way without hesitation."
"Hahaha." Xiahou Zong laughed loudly at these words, "What a big mouth, boy. Anyone who doesn't know better might think you're a powerhouse of the Advanced Empyrean Realm. With just you? Send me on my way?"
