"Hiss hiss."
Chen Yuan, his hair standing on end and face showing utmost dread, trembled uncontrollably. He wanted to tell himself this wasn't real, just a dream.
However.
The indifferent, slightly smiling face of Chen Yang made his scalp tingle.
Clearly a gentle expression, yet it gave Chen Yuan a chilling fright, like being watched by a smiling tiger. No one would feel at ease, as if insects were crawling and biting his skin.
It was only now that Chen Yuan realized he had miscalculated.
"You, what kind of despicable trick did you use to make these people believe your nonsense?"
After several changes in expression, Chen Yuan rasped out coldly, "Everyone knows that Chen Shuai Senior Brother is the true Divine Conquest, how could you defeat him?"
"You rely on nothing but your silver tongue?"
