After Shan Xun was pushed away, his expression instantly turned cold.
His face darkened in an instant, his deep purple eyes shooting a cold glare at Yin Ji. "Who said you could get involved in our business?"
As he spoke, he took a few steps toward Jiang Zheyu and grabbed her wrist. His gaze fixed icily on Yin Ji, his voice dripping with aggression. "Let her go. Who gave you permission to touch her?!"
"Yu Yu is my Female Master. Of course I have the right to get involved in her affairs." Instead of letting go, Yin Ji tightened his arm around Jiang Zheyu's shoulder, pulling her closer to his chest. "But you're just some ambiguous 'friend.' Isn't it rude of you to be getting so handsy?"
The remark made Shan Xun's composure crack. A bloodthirsty, murderous impulse surged within him; he wanted nothing more than to tear the Beastman before him to shreds.
