Everyone present, without exception, was dumbstruck, as if turned to stone.
Chen Yang?!
Mao Jun was especially horrified, his face visibly paling. He could never have dreamed that the sickly weakling he'd dismissed as useless was actually Chen Yang's little brother.
As for the man's authenticity... The fellow standing before him, flashing a wicked grin, exuded a palpable killing intent. Was that not proof enough?
Besides, who in the world would dare impersonate the Former Supreme Martial Commander, Chen Yang?
Regaining her composure, Fan Xiangyi took a deep breath and asked, "Chen... Chen Yang? Which Chen Yang?"
"What, is there still someone who hasn't heard of my Commander's name?" Yang Hu laughed.
Fan Xiangyi was speechless.
So was everyone else.
Although it was their first meeting, Mao Jun had never seen someone with such a powerful and extraordinary aura, so outstanding that he dared not look at the man directly.
